Susie Bubble, our infintely more popular and thus our West Side Story-style rival (I imagine one day we'll settle our differences with jazz ballet) recently blogged about the Boxing Day sales, being as that they were the busiest day in British retail history. People were actually hospitalised as they queued and spewed outside Next, desperate for bargains galore.
Burn, Chelmsford, burn!
Let me get this straight... All of this grief.... for NEXT?!? I'm really not sure what it says on a whole about the British shopping nation that people are willing to stress themselves out over the possibility of picking up some shoddy cut trousers, coats that won't last and shoes that are made of pleather. I feel that people aren't really weighing it up in their heads properly when getting shopping happy. A guy loading up on cheapie £12 dress shirts (i.e. shirts intended for the office) could have bagged a wonderfully cut, beautifully shirt from Givenchy at £59. The number of wears you get out of aforementioned Next shirt = 12....The number of times you get out of Givenchy shirt = 72+.