I can always tell when I’ve moved country because I end up at the local IKEA.
It might be a place where there are genius space-saving designs on display, but just how did they manage to convince the World that they offer good value for money when you not only end up paying a fair amount of cash for furniture you have to make yourself, but also have to endure having a full-on row with the household because you’ve lost the last bastard pesky screw that holds everything together?
Mind you it doesn’t really bother me, my wife always puts the stuff together because she rightly knows I have all the practical skills of Elton John … so well done to IKEA, because not only have you found an evil genius way to get rich, but you’ve managed to keep my missus so occupied, I can play Kane & Lynch 2 in peace.
That’s a win/win in my book. Well it is until Jill reads this post …