I hate shopping
It's so much easier to look online, choose your size and clickety-click a few days later they arrive.
But, after a wardrobe malfunction this evening when bent over tying my shoe laces, the job is more urgent.
Nothing can compare to the tedium of shopping for trousers/jeans in the yoof and fashion conscious tosser emporiums that used to be shops where you could dash in and out with your purchase.
A purchase that fitted.
A purchase that didn't need to be accompanied by musak or the latest drivel from the "top forty", some of it so dreadful and banal they now call it the "Hot 100".
So tomorrow is another humiliating experience on the horizon.