The Great Transfer - Eclecticism

I had to go on another shopping excursion today, this time for items for myself; I needed a couple of new suits, shirts and shoes for a job I'll be starting... a week on Monday, now.

Argh!

*ahem*

Anyway, so I go to the Next Clearance store in order to see what they had but there wasn't much of any interest, so I went next door to a shoe store and got shoes.

Which has a lot more social commentary attached to it than it probably should do; the store was a discount shoe store (in the sense that they sold reduced-price shoes, not in the sense that they discounted the existence of shoes) and I was surrounded by the absolute dregs of society; people with equal numbers of hair and teeth, students, poor immigrants marveling at the price of the shoes and then there was me, who is pretty broke until I get my first wage from my new job in September. We were the lowest of the low, scrabbling for cut-price apparel.

After escaping from their clutches, I went to Moss Bros in order to buy some of their on-sale suits. Imagine my delight when I found that they were having a Bank Holiday sale of 25% off everything! I could therefore get 2 very good suits, 2 shirts and a tie for £110. Really not bad at all.

To celebrate this, I went and spent a portion (read as all) of the money I saved on books in Waterstones. I would prefer it if you don't refer me back to my comment about being broke, as books are always a special case.

I chose 3 books on the 3 for 2 sale; a reasonably cheesy horror novel, the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe... and Russel Brand's My Booky Wook.

The fitting part of all this is the T-shirt I wore when I made that purchase; it simply says 'I'm not normal'.