
As i swept through the golden gates of IKEA,i monitored the tracksuited,pyjama-clad,or just too plain lazy to get properly dressed hordes,rambling away at the whole pristine prospect of this swedish wonderland.I watched them give thier last spat of the Ballymun lingo,to watch them switch to a stern vow of sudden silence and concentration,to give them the patience of honing the craft of clambering over the crowds for the last sofa cushion.And they needed that patience alright....
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