Ikea Marked For Death.
Oct. 4th, 2002 09:37 amThe journey to Ikea Brent Park by bus is merely a pain in the arse. The journey back - carrying stuff - is an utter bastard.
The chair I wanted is quite definitely not in the current range. They do have some complete shit that would be quite good except that there is no way to actually fix the back at the height you set it to. The height is set by resting it in some sort of notched arrangement which it happily pops out of if, e.g., you move your back or shoulders while sitting in it.
The bedroom furniture department was where the aesthetic life was smothered out of me. It's partly gratifying and partly a subject for despair to realise at thirty-six that the aesthetic opinions you formed at sixteen were in fact correct the first time.
So, no bed or chair. I did get three pillows and a butterfly corkscrew (which I wanted to stab myself or everyone around me with repeatedly). And a king-size quilt from the Tesco across the carpark. Which was damn cosy last night.
- If it's not in the catalogue, it doesn't fucking exist any more and never did.
- Don't even attempt it without a car.
- Make damn sure you know precisely what you want. Get it and get the fuck out.
- Don't go in the first place.
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Date: 2002-10-04 05:36 am (UTC)Plus the Croydon one has a tram-stop across the road.
>> It's partly gratifying and partly a subject for despair to realise at thirty-six that the aesthetic opinions you formed at sixteen were in fact correct the first time.
What are you looking for in a bed, anyways?
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Date: 2002-10-04 05:53 am (UTC)I have an aversion to Stuff at the moment. So something cheap and large, I think. At minimum, a futon mattress on the floor :-)
No idea where I'll be looking this weekend, but it really really should be done this weekend.
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Date: 2002-10-04 06:46 am (UTC)For instance, bookshelves were plastic crates mounted on a plank-and-breezeblock substrate.
If I could find record boxes that stack, I'd be a happy Camper.
Though of course getting one's entire Pile of Crap into a succession of 19" racks and flightcases brings to mind the Ugly Spectre of Roadiness...
Though I guess it was good enough for my grandfather, since his Officer's Demountable Chest is a fine, brass-bound furniturial object - and not a hint of particleboard or woodex-effect melamine in sight.
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Date: 2002-10-04 08:17 am (UTC)I think that's what I'm after, yes. An anti-nesting instinct.
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Date: 2002-10-04 09:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2002-10-04 09:17 am (UTC)This would be impossible if I couldn't do things like keep vast amounts of music on a physically small hard disk.
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Date: 2002-10-04 11:15 am (UTC)I blame Sexbat for reminding me of flat-trashing parties.
Anyway, the Philosophy of Reduced Belongings is an interesting mental exercise. One which quickly gives rise to the Philosophy of Robust Portability.
Of course it all falls over if you want to keep things like lathes.
futons
Date: 2002-10-04 03:57 pm (UTC)Check the Futon Company (there is one on Tottenham Court Road).
I got a beautiful hard wood sofa bed frame there for under £200 and they delivered.
I already had the futon, though.
There is also a place in Camden on the road that goes east/west by Staples Market (no A-Z to tell you the name) that sells futons and bed frames.
Re: futons
Date: 2002-10-05 05:16 am (UTC)Jodi
Re: futons
Date: 2002-10-05 03:54 pm (UTC)I'm currently being appalled by HOW FUCKING MUCH beds cost in London. Now seeking places for a second-hand bed. I'm REALLY not two hundred and fifty quid's worth of fussy ...