Ventured into White Stuff today (I know, I know).
I don't care if it's hilarious or that Jo Wood's doing it
- I find it galling enough that I'm too old for Top Shop these days, without being persuaded by some nauseatingly 'kooky' shop assistant to wear a tea cosy on my head for charidee.
'But you'll qualify for a 10% discount' giggles aforementioned Juliette Lewis-a-like...
Ah, so not only do I get to look like a tit, but I'm also demonstrating to everyone else in the shop that I'm so tight, I'll humiliate myself for the sake of a fiver.
Am I just being a grouchy old bag? Or were they trying just a bit too hard to be original?