.....with a passion. I'm just not that type of girl.
My idea of hell is spending an entire Saturday or Sunday stomping round Buchanan galleries or the Whitgift centre (i spend my life flitting between south London and Glasgow). Gads! How is that fun? Eh?
My sister has five.....count em...five wardrobes full of stuff....hand bags...shoes....stuff.....just stuff...in a fucking dressing room......who the fuck has a dressing room? Like I said I'm not that sort of girl.
I would rather be sat in a pub watching the F1 qualifying. Yes I love F1. A lot. I love fast cars and big bikes.............a lot.
But today I had to go to the shops.....Croydon (Crud-den) not only that I had to go to 'Poundland'. (getting stuff for the Son for Halloween) I deserve a fucking medal.
Christ-on-a-fucking-bike. It was shite. I've never seen so much gold jewelery, nor seen so many scabs on kids, ever. I actually heard a mom calling out "Wayne" to her little market track suit attired, cubic zirconia earring wearing, lambert and butler smoking, asbo awarded offspring.
As I queued up to pay (cash only) I read the list of 'safety recalled' products......all electrical items.
Why bother?
Darwin was right
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Ah, takes me back to my Runcorn days ....
I find shoe shopping by far the fastest way to lose the will to live - clothes shopping in general wears me down very quickly, but there's something about footware that gives me the fear before I've even left the house.
You're still there because you agreed to go there for 3 months.
It's not shit it's snow...shit is brown snow is white....
'cheer up it might never happen'
'there's always someon worse off than you'
'thinnk of the children starbing in africa'
I'll get my coat yeah?
I went to art school in Croydon which seems a complete contradiction in terms; how uninspired do you have to be to create?! I hope I never have to be in the Whitgift Centre again and now do all shopping online!
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