I have a Mrs Ian to do Christmas shopping. She is great at Christmas shopping so leave it all to her. She know's I hate being dragged around shopping malls and stores. Without me being there she can get on with it without me moaning and groaning about everything.
Though the one shop I do like is a ladies fashion shop in Bromley that has a man's creche. Comfy chairs, coffee, magazines & newspapers, tv etc. Women come out of the changing rooms saying "how do I look?" all the men look up and say "nice" then go back to the papers etc.
Copious amounts of Duvel, accompanied by mulled wine, tends to help.
It's hideous isn't it? I'd rather go to Poundland in the arcade over the road.
don't sniff the crotches on the pants in la senza either, security in there find a slightly warped sense of humour "offensive " apparently
don't sniff the crotches on the pants in la senza either, security in there find a slightly warped sense of humour "offensive " apparently
There aren't many situations that can't be improved by copious quantities of Duvel.!
Ha! the joys of being single....no being marched around Lakeside, bluewater, no endless waiting outside the ladies room, no 30 minute hunts for car parking spaces...