Posted 31 December 2008 in Life, the Universe, and Everything by Catriona
Yes, yes: I know that tagline more properly belongs to the Swedish Mafia, but it’s thematically appropriate.
One present this Christmas was a lamp. A gorgeous red glass lamp from Sweden’s premier home-furnishing store.
As well as being gorgeous, it has been amusing me for days, because it has the most imperative instruction manual I’ve ever read.
(Yes: a lamp that comes in exactly two parts—base and shade—has an eight-page instruction manual telling me how to attach said two parts to one another. I love instruction manuals.)
It also comes with a helpful illustration:
I have a feeling that the expressions are the wrong way around: which expression would you be wearing while ringing Ikea to say, “Excuse me? Your table only has three legs. Why, yes: I do have my own allen key”?
But what really delights me is the primary instruction, which, in its English translation, reads as follows:
The external flexible cable or cord of this luminaire cannot be replaced; if the cord is damaged, the luminaire shall be destroyed.
Quick, Nick! Take the lamp out the back door—the Ikea Assassination Squad is here!