Saturday, March 05, 2005
I am about to set off for IKEA on a Saturday. I could have gone any day this week, but I have chosen today.
I know how awful it will be, with the middleclass couples tiptoeing around the pikers with aspirations and a love of Linda Barker and her 'hilarious' Dixons adverts. And all the pikers snot nosed abortion dodgers, getting EVERYWHERE.
I'll be picking bits of the little bastards out of the tread of my converse all week.
Like the long road to hell, knowing the one thing that separates you from this and freedom is the queues at the checkout.
The long long queues at the checkout. And maybe a hot dog or a Shmorulerumer, as they are undoubtedly known in the 'Kea.
What is worse, I don't actually need anything, I'm going with a friend because I have nothing better to do.
Posted by Herge Smith at 12:01 pm