a shopping trip in london was just what i needed - minus the idiots that seemed to simultaneously encircle and follow me at all times. for reasons unknown i tackled topshop as well as urban outfitters on a saturday afternoon - both experiences were as diabolical as i predicted them to be. don't get me wrong, i like the majority of topshop clothes (the same, can unfortunately not be said for urban outfitters anymore), but the sheer volume of people who push themselves into the stuffy red-hot building that smells of school dinners ever since the inclusion of eat to do nothing but pick up clothes on rails, look at them and then not even buy anything is near on ridiculous. why is it, that with such a huge range of clothes on offer do the majority of topshop shoppers all look the same?
on a lighter note, shopping experiences in all saints and selfridges were unsurprisingly far better, and toast remains the king of all toasted paninis.
fact # 70
i have progressed from russian navy to italian love affair. i hate myself for saying this, but the latter is much more practical. i have never before considered myself to be the practical sort until now.
Saturday, 30 January 2010
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