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zotzI've just been to Ikea. This is a soulsapping exercise at the best of times, but given that I was feeling fairly low when I left, I feel positively soiled. I feel like I've spent the last two hours naked mud-wrestling with Bernard Manning.
Partly this is because in addition to the usual dayglow-steel-shed experience . . . it being nowhere near even starting to be December, they've filled the place with ersatz corporate christmas cheer. Obviously I responded by throttling the management team with each others' intestines [1] and feeding the remains to rabid tabloid journalists, but that doesn't erase the original crime.
Anyway. I now (should) have some shelves strong enough to take a significant number of records.
[1] OK. I'm lying. I admit it.
Partly this is because in addition to the usual dayglow-steel-shed experience . . . it being nowhere near even starting to be December, they've filled the place with ersatz corporate christmas cheer. Obviously I responded by throttling the management team with each others' intestines [1] and feeding the remains to rabid tabloid journalists, but that doesn't erase the original crime.
Anyway. I now (should) have some shelves strong enough to take a significant number of records.
[1] OK. I'm lying. I admit it.
