Christmas is coming. My wardrobe requires attention. It was time for me to be escorted through the Christmas crowds to buy a new coat. This used to be a relatively easy process. Now it entails trailing round many shopping, trying on large numbers of coats and assessing how they impact on my image and sartorial demeanor. I just want a warm bloody coat.
Why can’t I just buy a coat?
What is going on with all these new things with ripped to shreds with deliberate tears? Fashion is madness.
I Hate Shopping
Mooching with multitudes of miserable mindless morons meandering around the mall.
I hate shopping.
Tediously trying on terrible togs full of trendy tears.
I hate shopping.
Ponderously plodding, pulled from pillar to post pointlessly appropriating property.
I hate shopping.
Acquiring awful artefacts, apathetically in an anguished agony of avid attainment.
I hate shopping.
Mumbling meaningless mumbo-jumbo over the morass of mouldering merchandise
I hate shopping.
Dissembling in ones domicile the drab discounted products of dubious distinction destined for discarding in the dustbin of destruction without delay.
Oh how I loathe shopping.
25.11.2017