So yeah, this blog is about shops, boutiques, markets, vendors, etc, and since when I went into town today, it was raining like hell, and there were loads and loads of puddles, and as everyone and their postman knows, Hoppípolla means 'jumping in puddles' in Icelandic, I have crafted an amazing pun. Go me.
I'd like to write about the independent type shops you get in Brighton, the trendy places in the North Laine and The Lanes, so I will. Do they intimidate anyone else? First of all, they look expensive, and the people who run them look too cool to even think I was a customer, which is probably beneficial to shoplifting, but not for my self-esteem. I kind of just look longingly in the windows, imagining myself wearing some chic ironic t-shirt, or a Hoodie with a magic-eye picture on it, and sigh. The only independent shops I can really stomach are Comic Shops (because wherever I go, the comic shop is my spiritual home, being surrounded by all the sequential goodness calms me, go to Dave's Comics in the North Laine bitches) and record shops, for the same reason, that and bargains. But both often suffer from too-trendy-clerkitis, how I admire people who talk to record shop employees at the counter, so brave!
So yeah, trendy shops scare me, so I must admit a cardinal young person sin, in that I often prefer chains, ooh, what a globalising, carbon footprint making bastard I am. But I just love Virgin Megastores (I refuse to call it Zavvi, REFUSE) and Borders, I could spend days in there, looking at things, and deciding not to by them because of my accursed conscience (of course, with all the chairs in Borders, you don't have to buy! wahey). I like HMV back in Leeds, but the one in Brighton is kind of shit, too messy, and carpeted floor, eeww, it needs 2 floors.
As for clothes, I'm a TK Maxx fan, the prices of say, Matalan, but with brand names, so I look like at least have a clue about fashion (which I don't). Primark, too is a cheapskate's dream.
Hooray for Consumerism, and hooray for me.
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