I tend to be fairly old fashioned when it comes to underwear. Rather than chuck 30 Sterling at a pair of bollock-busting Calvins, I stick to my 10 year old Tesco Value numbers. The elastic's broken, they're covered in holes, and forever tainted with the unshakeable aroma of a decade's worth of droppings, but they've never done me a bad turn yet.
Perhaps I'm just a bit too comfortable being a disgusting human being, but I really don't see me ever spending a great deal of cash on knacks, when there are far more rewarding things in life to blow the wages on. That said, it's good for the city to have such designer shops, and if you fancy treating your testicles to a bit of luxury, then here's your place. read more