Ikea, evil embodied?

I hate ikea. It's evil embodied. I don't trust any shop that doesn't have windows, it's like entering a funky void where the passage of time ceases to exist altogether.

Once you're in there though, that's it. You can pretty much kiss any plans you had for the coming week goodbye. You're not getting out for shit. You've just got to follow the yellow brick road to emerald city and well, hope for the best really.

Last time I was in there I came across a camping section. Or at least that's what I thought it was, I soon came to realise that it was a tent city that had been erected by groups of lonely nomads who had lost their way and had been chewed up and spat out by the commercial monster that is Ikea.

They weren't bad people, just guys down on their luck and looking for a way out. I tried to help, I gave change sparingly before I carried on my solemn way towards the inflatable furniture and funky lamp section. But I still spare a thought for them brave souls that only popped out to buy a shoe holder and a big green stuffed snake for their kids. I'm actually getting pretty emotional as I type this, but there's only so many tears one man can cry.

Seriously though, It's like the Andy Warhol edition of The Twilight Zone in that place, it gives me the willies just thinking about it.