Further to Alex’s Tesco Metro queuing drama last week, I had an interesting experience in Primark, while paying for some very lovely (and extremely cheap) stripy jumpers.
Now as much as I love the Primark, I do have one rule: never buy the underwear. It is badly constructed and just looks cheap. If you are going to spend a lot of money on clothing you should spend it on good underwear. I am no fashion expert but I do believe (and think that many ladies will agree) that it is the structuring underneath, which will make or break a good outfit.
So there I was paying for my jumpers. To my left was a young looking girl in some very dubious looking pleather and lace ensemble, to my right was a thirty-something in twinset and pearls. On my left, a basket full of underwear sets, at least eight or so. On my right, one item - a yellow and purple, ribbon-fastening basque. On my left, pays with a ¬£50 note and almost drops it down her sizable cleavage, giggles, bats eyelids, and says in Eastern European accent, “Vil I get change from zat sir?” On my right, a look of indignation and says in the queen’s very own English, “But I am sure it said ¬£4 on the rail, I don’t understand how it can cost ¬£8 here,” huffs and puffs a little.
This entertained me greatly, and as I left the store I thought to myself, “Only in Peckham.”
On a totally separate note, I’ve just seen the new Cillit Bang advert on TV and it’s about 50 times more shouty than the last one - hilarious.
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