so, hangover from hell. went in to the west end today. walking down shaftesbury ave i saw one of those 'caricature' artists. selling caricatures that basically look nothing like the famous people they are meant to represent. and he was selling a julia roberts picture. can you imagine unwrapping a present only to find that it's a really bad caricature of julia roberts. who you always thought was a really crap actress! then i went into the gap, for its '75% off sale'. and the shop smelt of farts! so i didn't stay. then i went to a certain large sports retailer (i'm not sure of libel/defamation laws on blogs so i won't name it but it's really huge and i was totally shagged by the time i got to the top floor) which was beyond bad. it had an entire floor dedicated to really naff jeans! in a sports store. then i overheard a spanish woman moaning that there was nothing in the shop except sports clothes. i felt like telling her that as this was a sports store that was probably par for the course, then again had she seen the jeans on floor one! but i was too hot and hungover and had to leave. so then i went to HMV and was totally appalled to come across a hugh grant box set. oh. my. god. can you imagine a worse present. beside the julia roberts pic, obviously.
fortunately i was meeting a friend to go the cinema so managed to avoid any further retail horrors.
happy new year.
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