Shopping!!!

Oh, the joys of shopping... Well, if you're a girl. Us guys just take a maximum of 10 minutes per shop when it comes to clothes, but when it comes to buying DVDs and Games, we take longer than it takes a girl to decide what to wear for a meal with her fella. To be honest, I should really speak for myself when I say that. I take absolutely ages when it comes to shopping in HMV. No matter how many times I've looked through each aisle, I always have a look through it again just in case I've missed a film that I'd feel the need to watch or rewatch. 

This weekend, I went shopping with my sister and as soon as I went into the first shop with her, I immediately remembered why I normally never go shopping with any of my siblings: my sister looking at one piece of clothing debating whether she should buy it or not FOR A WHOLE HOUR and then in the end putting it back onto the rack and saying she'll think about it...and move onto the next piece of clothing AND REPEAT. 

It's finally time for me to shop for myself, because we are weird and we take turns. We go into Selfridges, the paradise of all places to shop. 

Almost immediately, I find something I want. It's a printed shirt. ...the print reminded me of the carpet from The Shining, soooooooo I kind of just had to buy it!!! My sister thought I was a right weirdo for remembering the carpet from a film from the 80s.  Sometimes I think she understands me but in this case she was a complete stranger. How has she forgotten that  I'm an utter film fiend. 

..and then she asked me the ultimate question... DO YOU REMEMBER THE COLOUR OF THE CARPET IN YOUR ROOM? and I have got to say, my mind was blank - I had no answer. I literally couldn't remember the colour of my own carpet in my own room. 

I'm at the desk to pay for my tshirt with a massive smile on my face because I frikken love the tshirt. The first thing the lady at the till asks me is "do you have an email address for your receipt?" And all that's going through my head is: Greay! Now I'm just going to get spammed by Selfridges telling me to buy shit I can't afford. Like, bitch, I ain't that rich. So, I ever so swiftly dodged it and said, "I don't have an email" and all of a sudden my sister says "yes you do, you have like 12". I'm looking around pretending I didn't hear her say that and the lady is just looking at me, waiting for me to just be a man and give her my email address like it's gonna pay for her cat's food. Then I just think, it's only for a receipt. So I just gave in and gave her the email address. She says to me that she'll UNTICK the newsletter... But did she? Well, put it this way... It's not even been 24 hours yet and I've had more emails from Selfridges than I have ever had birthday cards!!! 

Message to "lovely" lady from Selfridges: I will find you, and I will throw cans of spam at you!!! 😂🔫