January 24th, 2014

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ow The Other Half Shops...

I went and ordered a red coat...not the dear one I'd been gawping at, but a cheery-enough pack-a-parka type thing on sale at Cotton Traders. Heh...I know, I don't need another coat, especially in this mild winter.
R Next Door gave me a pack of Snack A Jacks for my birthday. That was kinda sweet, actually. Mmm, 'barbecue', too...
Decided to go on a spontaneous 'artist date' to Harrods. I don't think I've been in there for over 30 years...
When Al Fayed was in charge, I don't think they allowed people in jeans, shorts, etc. and I was afraid,
It seemed very different to what I remembered. I was fascinated by the old lending library, and the 'zoo', and I seem to recall musical instruments... The food halls hadn't changed much, but they somehow didn't have the strong aroma of pricey cheeses and stuff. There wasn't all that much of interest anywhere. I was strongly tempted to buy a chocolate coated sweet pretzel, 'only' £1.85, but I had a lot of food at home needing consumption before it went off,, so I restrained myself.
Even if I had unlimited money, I really can't see the point of spending £69 on a notebook... Some of the jewellery was interesting to look at, like the stuff from     http://www.beegoddess.com/collections/beegoddess-one.aspx,
and some very weird and ornate watches , costing five figures, but I'd certainly have no desire to own them.
I knew a girl once, who was being kept by a Russian gangster who was seldom around. He never gave her a penny, but paid her rent, and gave her a Harrods card..She had to go there for all her groceries and stuff. Imagine buying a pint of milk at Harrods. Wonder what ever became of her?

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