Table coasters. They seem so unimportant. So ridiculously OCD. Yet their purpose is simple: Protect the surface of my lovely coffee table from your steaming hot cuppa-joe or overflowing brewskie. The point is that they do serve a purpose and the more I mature, the more I come to understand this purpose. I guess it’s a sign of the times. Scary perhaps? Or pretty cool! Us men age so well. Look at George Clooney for fucks-sake. He of course has absolutely nothing to do with the set of Izola Drunken Sailor coasters which I want from The House Of Machines.

Pretty cool vibe if you ask me. I mean if you’re going to have coasters, why not have something with a little funk? Like the Beatles coasters my folks have at their place? Why not throw out a vibe?

You stay classy,



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