That title made me think of the Monty Python sketch where John Cleese plays a researcher with a new theory on dinosaurs "this is my theory which belongs to me and is mine"
Oh, fuck off! He might be a clueless old bastard but at least he paid loads of tax and THEN bogged off to an island rather than doing it straight away.
I'd pay GOOD MONEY to rid the office of those fucking chairs that SQUEAL every time you fucking MOVE. I refused point-blank to have one no matter how ERGONOMICALLY FABULOUS they might be.