I hate shopping for clothes. It's one of my least favourite pastimes. It ranks up there with going to the bank or having a tooth extracted. The problem is all those trendy shops. The assistants look at me as if I've dropped off a UFO. OK, I dress scruffily and am not the right shape, but come on...at least pay me no attention rather than the normal derisive curiosity.
Today I wouldn't have minded so much only NO SHOP IN DUNDEE stocks this simple item of clothing. I spent two hours looking for one and didn't find any. Not one. Once upon a time, a few years ago, you couldn't enter a shop without tripping over several rails of them.
What is it?
A waistcoat.
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