Sprouts

Well that's it, I've done all the Christmas shopping now, presents and food, it is all over bar the shouting and maybe some hummus if I feel the call of Waitrose on Saturday afternoon. An unlikely event I know but it could happen.

Simon and I braved the local Tescos this evening to do the "big shop" it was surprising less grim that I had first expected although the car park was full the shop wasn't rammed we could manoeuvre around the glassy eyed shoppers who clutched bags of sprouts to their bosoms as the trolley they had been pushing started to buckle under the hundred weight of dry roasted peanuts and cheeses piled within it.

We were able to resist the worst of the temptations and have got our Christmas tree, real, in soil and about a foot high, food and drink for when we are here, a litre of Baileys for medicinal purposes but no sprouts.

This Is The Dawning Of The Age Of Aquarius.

I am notoriously bad at going to the hairdressers on a regular basis. I went for the first time in two years on Thursday. I had about 12 inches cut off, I had to - to remove the split ends and stop it looking quite straggly. It felt so strange brushing my hair since I run out of hair about halfway through a normal brush stroke. It is also a lot curlier that it was before because the weight is no longer there and of course it no longer feels like straw.

I can still do my impression of Cousin Itt but fortunately no longer Worzel Gummage.

In Other News I been shopping. My old little suitcase died the other day, it was also a bit too small for more than one night away without packing extremely lightly so time had finally come to replace it. I now have an intermediate sized semi hard sided suitcase in black and shocking pink. That shouldn't be too hard to spot on the luggage carousel hopefully.

the old case.

Boys' Shopping

Went into a well known high street supplier of reasonably priced clothing for men today as Simon wanted to buy new socks.

As Christmas is approaching, they had the stocking filler knick-knacks and gizits on prominently on display - boob centric, wanna be military toys and stuff for men who have seen Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels once too often and think it is the last word in sophistication. I have never felt comfortable in this shop as it seems to be aiming itself at the more laddish end of the market than sentient males but today it was like being inside a copy of Loaded Magazine. Unpleasant but also very juvenile, it felt very much like the old adage "If you've actually done it, you don't talk about it that much." There was too much talking... so to speak.

Ooh and their clothes were shite as well.

BTW Simon would like to make it clear that he does not normally shop at this store and only did so because of the paucity of decent shops where I live.