No, I didn't mean to type "Sailing", and yes, that is a word - I just made it up, but it's still a word. Because it was all about the Sales. Department store Sales, New Year Sales, January Sales - whatever you want to call them. They were up in my face, and I wasn't happy about it.
I'm a really "with it" type of person when it comes to fashion, and when I say with it, I pretty much mean totally without. I like what I like, and I don't notice what is going on around me. Being in fashion is either an accident produced by dressing in dark, or retro fashions that I am still wearing rolling around for a second coming.
Early on this winter I did notice however, a trend amongst the chavvy set for the wearing of massive puffer jackets with fake fur trip on the hoods...
Miss Comic relief has just been to her first Build-a-Bear birthday party. It's something that she was looking forward to with great zeal, because up to this point her big sister had been to three, and she'd been to none. She said it wasn't fair - like a Build-a-Bear party is some kind of right of passage. If you don't know what Build-a-Bear is, the clue is in the name. You go in to the shop, choose a lifeless furry carcass, stick a cloth heart in it, insert a sound chip with an annoying amercian voice or a random noise...
Remembrance day has been and gone, but I don't see anything wrong with talking about it on any other day of the year, because to be honest - it's one of those things that people seem to forget until it's that one day of the year. And it's not the only thing that people forget, respect as a whole attitude seems to get the short shrift too. I was sitting in the waiting room of my chiropractor the other day, and I was leafing through the "News Shopper" - our local free rag. It's a rivetting read, but the...
