If the Culture Club worked in an office (now there's a thought) then the place would be stuffed with tunes "Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma chameleon" and PCs would be decked-out with USB Chameleons (and possibly some rather dodgy wardrobes). Yes we agree it would be quite Chameleon themed but still, we can't see Boy George in a faceless cubicle just doing the accounts, can you? Ok we got a bit distracted there. The USB Chameleon is a bizarrely loveable desk buddy. Pop him on your computer screen, plug him into a spare USB port, and watch as he randomly rolls his eyeballs in opposite directions, and sticks his tongue out to catch passing flies. Utterly pointless, endlessly diverting.