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Monday, 15 March 2004



The IKEA in North London in in a really godforsaken spot which tragically I used to work in. We were so deperate for somewhere to have lunch that we would occasionally go to IKEA for a treat. I secrety quite like their cod liver oil flavoured fish and chips. My friend always had the meat balls. Scorn and derision were what we met when we admitted to other people what we got up to in Harlsden

Ryanair do a special flight from Ireland to Liverpool Ikea. People come over, do their shopping and then are allowed to bring their flatpacks back on the plane. But what do they do when they realise the screws are missing?



Ulsterbus in Northern Ireland run special coach trips to Ikea in Glasgow. I have never been to Ikea so don't know what I am missing!

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