Christmas Shopping

If, when my time comes, I’m judged not to have live a worthwhile life and I’m sentenced to eternal damnation. Then my punishment will be to spend the rest of time in the White Rose Shopping Center, at Christmas, shopping. Called in there today desperate to find a new shirt for tonight’s festivities. However, Shirts, it seems, don’t get worn by people anymore. There were hardly any in any of the shops that I tried. In the shops that did have some on display it was more like a jumble sale as they tried to clear the racks for the sale stuff before they start on Boxing Day (Is that Sunday or Monday this year I’m confused?). Boxing Day is probably the day my eternal hell would be on, I was in there last year and you couldn’t move, you had to go into the shops that everyone around you went in to because there was no way to fight the tide. I still don’t know why the British public is so obsessed with Sales. Sales are just the shops way of getting rid of all the crap no one wanted when they were originally for sale. They then buy this crap, that they never wanted, because it now only costs £25 when it should have been £100. Of course shopping in general is not something I enjoy, does any man? Thanks to the internet and my friendly neighbour who takes in my packages when I’m not in, I don’t go to many shops nowadays but Christmas usually brings vouchers and that means going into Town!

In order to but your mind at ease I’ll tell you that I did find a shirt in the end. Not in the White Rose but in Leeds which was my next port of call. So we’re all set I’ve got the new outfit the wine is flowing and “Do they know it’s Christmas” is playing. With that I bid you all a Merry Christmas and If I don’t see you before a Very Happy New Year.

Beeping Update: Don’t know, can’t hear it the music is too loud.