Monday, February 12, 2007

Inner Monologue of a rampant shopaholic who will not be saved

Ok, it’s ok, you’re just on your lunch hour and that means we go straight to Boots to get a sandwich, do not stop at The Bodyshop walk, straight past Next, do not stop and look in Wallis oooh there’s a new New Look open why didn’t I know about that? Oooh lovely biba style sixties smocks over a polo neck, that would look so sweet with black trousers NO you bought that jumper and a dress on Saturday you do NOT need anything else… well maybe we’ll just look in NO walk OUT of New Look, ignore the pretty colours. Right, Boots Boots Boots Boots Boots Boots ah that’s nice, all monochrome and tied around the waist I wonder how much NO, I FORBID YOU TO BUY ANYTHING FROM A SHOP THAT’S CALLED QUIZ AND SMELLS LIKE POUNDSTRETCHER! Phew, that was close, onto Boots, must make it to Boots mmmmmmmm 70% off at Monsoon maybe I’ll just have a little OH MY GOD clearly you cannot be trusted out in public, get out! GET OUT OF THE SHOPPING CENTRE! You’ll just have to go without lunch.

Peacocks?

PEACOCKS?! What is wrong with you woman?!

Think of Hong Kong, concentrate on Hong Kong, eye on the prize Davis eye on the prize…

But I’ll have to be dressed in Hong…

NO. Better to be naked in Hong Kong than dressed in Birmingham

You are not a very good rationalist

I know.

1 comment:

Mark said...

If you say the word "smock" over and over again, it starts to sound funny.

Smock. Smock. Smock. Smock.