It's a trap!

You'll never guess what I did today?

Yep, shopping. What the hell have I done to deserve this? I woke up feeling like a barn thats just been fumigated and the next thing I know Mrs Ribby has tricked me into being in Ikea. That's just taking advantage that is. However, I did find that a McDonalds McFlurry is a superb hangover cure - it seemed to almost freeze the pain away - and it's cheaper than those cool patch things.

Anyway, Ikea. I know I have been promising to lambast this place for a while, so I may as well do a bit of it now.

It seems to have been designed by the same person that both designs maximum security prisons and garden mazes. From the moment you walk in it's like you have all sense of reality stripped away, along with your sense of direction.

The problem is, it's impossible to actually go to Ikea to buy something in particular. Even if you know what you want to buy you still have to walk round the whole store (both floors), surrounded by people from about 120 different countries (believe me, it's like the UN), screaming children throwing things and tripping you up, and some trailer-park types with zero tolerance for taste.

Round and round in circles you go, and then you realise that you've walked past what you want to buy. You ever tried going against the flow in Ikea? Give it a try one time - it's like walking into a Force 5 gale.

I'm just fed up with the place. I always end up with 3 things I don't want, all called Skjoplie or something, and then I have to queue for an hour to buy them.

As a result I spent the afternoon throwing back beer, which has contributed to my now befuddled state of mind.

'night.