White Plastic Chairs - love 'em or LOVE 'EM??

Vile, uniform, mass-produced blots on the landscape of every country on earth - the white plastic chair. They drive all before them - the wicker, cast-iron, wooden, leather and fabric. Artisans yield to the invasion, furniture makers despair, craftsmen crumble. It is relentless, this uniformed rape of the chair business. Whither the hammocks, the deep leather retreats, the hand-carved heirlooms and well-crafted-but-rotting beasts brought annually out of retirement from the potting shed? Now it is plastic, white plastic, every one of the millions of them designed to fit together in smug unison. They lurk by every lakeside, on every lawn, in every sea-side cafe - from Uzbekistan to Uruguay. They are the triumph of the globalised market. They are perfection.