Quality
Sweden eh, land of fjords, reliable cars and home of the Visigoths, Ostrogoths and douchegoths. A land of inexplicable beauty, from what I can tell via Google images that is, and the birth place of ABBA. I’ve met some Swedish people and they were OK despite being a bit severe and somewhat stern in their outlook. As a race of people you wouldn’t say they are the most romantic, I’m sure they are individually when they need to be, but when you compare them to the passionate Italians or amorous French they come up short.
This is never more evident when you look at Ikea’s St Valentines day offering…
Ha, superb! Actually now that I think about it does this say more about the Irish or the Swedes? Crikey…
Hat Doffed in the direction of the beady eyes of The Guardian
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Things like this make me happy to be single.
aye it’s not great eh
Don’t knock it. It says “loved ones” [plural] A bloke in my situation has to cosider bulk cost. It has the added advantage of having somewhere to hide when they all meet in the same place too.
I have often thought about your situation Grandad…..it worries me so
Why? It doesn’t worry me….
lucky bastards have an ikea…all we got this end of canada is the knock off..jysk..and they don’t even have a ‘resturant’ *pah*
give me Ikea meatballs, or give me death. or, more likely, if i eat enough of the meatballs, i’ll get death in short order… ah, romance. fuck it.
you’ll love the ball room for the kiddies. You’ll wish you could go in there.
Where ARE you, Cat?
Buttfuck, Saskatchewan?
Just curious.
There’s nothing says “Happy Valentines” more than a bag of 100 tealights and a large hotdog out of Ikea.
I’m torn between…
Look how cheap a 3 course meal is when you remove a grouchy waiter from the equation.
and…
Yeah, it sounds okay but try assembling it from the instructions.
The food smells funny in Ikea.
Wouldn’t touch it.
Grandad: really? not worried at all? not even a little bit? hehehe
Cat: it could be argued that Ikea don’t either
daisy: oooh I’d prefer meatballs too….prefer them to what I dunno but still I’d prefer them to most things
boxer: eeek…sounds like you are trying to hypnotise me….crikey…are you?
alf: given the opportunity I’d love to be going this weekend….gotta be better than serving angry couples
not twitter: you need the grouchy waiter….you need him because you love him….what? eh?
Medbh: yes it does and it looks like plastic too
i like ikea! but that menu is making me ill, sugar! xoxoxo
Savannah: HA! Exactly the same here!
Great find Manuel. That’s me and the Missus sorted. Might take her twice.
MJ – Atlantic end..
Ohh the Canadians are ganging up or something…..
Oh Joe….don’t do it man….don’t do it
Don’t you be getting any ideas to kill two birds with one stone getting dinner and buying more duvet covers!bad enough you’re working Sunday!!
Mwahahahahaha! Saturday love lunch….hehehehe
Pacific end here, Cat.
Ikea is the least romantic place I can think of on this earth. Something about the atmosphere in there just makes my blood pressure rise and veins start throbbing in my temple immediately I walk in the door. Last time I went me & Mr rubbishknitter argued all the way round and ended up queueing in separate queues for about half an hour, forlornly clutching our flimsy wooden shelving units and multipacks of blunt scissors.
@Rubbishknitter,I am so with you on that!!!! I can’t stand it! Me and Manuel always end up walking round and i lose the plot once we hit the picture frame section! He loves going!
shhhhhh with the secrets little one….heh