I am running a little late for school: it's 8.30. I am walking up the Carmunnock Road, towards King's Park School I notice that there's some road work going on. On a flat bit of road, there is an old, badly-upholstered swivel chair sitting unattended. I walk toward it, spin it round a few times, and then nudge it uphill. It flies off, up the hill, spins into a bush, and spontaneously explodes.