Ikea's one of those places I try to avoid, because of its track record of sucking money out of me. I did have to go there today; in and out, I promised myself, grab the one thing I need then go. Except it never works like that. Sure, I got that one thing. I also bought new curtains for the spare room, a Christmas table centrepiece, some string lights, new cushions for my bed, batteries... turned into an expensive visit. And of course there's no such thing as in-and-out with Ikea, the way the stores are set up so that you have to wander through every single department.
And that one thing that I needed? A stuffed alligator. The bank's Christmas party this year has an 80s theme, so I'm going as Detective Sonny Crockett from Miami Vice. One of my mates is going as a ghostbuster, and I know of at least two people going as Cyndi Lauper. Another friend reckoned he wasn't dressing up, intending to show up in jeans and t-shirt (which he reckons is what he was wearing in the 80s anyway!) so we found him a leopard-patterned vest / waistcoat thingy so he can go as Ferris Bueller. I can't wait.