Hey, there.
I'm a shop which sells men's shirts. You are a man. Would you like a shirt? Why sure come on in! Would you like a tie? Oh but both of these ties look good. You want both? Ok then. Let me just add that up for you... that would be £200... where are you going? Don't throw that bin through my window!...
This would be a typical exchange in potentially the most expensive shop I have ever walked into. The shirts look good. Hence me entering. The person behind the desk knew I did not know the price. Hence her watching me suspiciously. I pulled out a nice shirt and went... Hmm this is a nice shirt. How much? She looked at me, and with a smirk said "that one would be £65".
Without wanting to look any more suspicious, I nodded and looked around a bit more whilst edging myself towards the door. I then left and picked up the nearest bin to throw through her window.
Ok so I didn't throw any bins but to even have the audacity to even consider thinking about charging £70 for a shirt is disgusting. You give me £70 and I will go into Primark and buy enough shirts to strangle you to death with. It is incredibly over-priced. It is located in Victoria Square, which in itself is quite pricey, but if I was allowed to swear, I would use a more aggressive phrase than taking the mickey.
Never will I even consider walking in here again. It is truly preposterous.
Interestingly however, the short sleeve shirts are about a fiver cheaper. Well, that constitutes great value doesn't it? Perhaps I should start wearing short sleeves instead... read more