Dramatic sigh

I can tell I'm in a bad mood when even browsing the internet for shoes fails to cheer me up. But who can blame me, when office are trying to sell me things like this.I'm pretty sure you could get the same effect by wrapping gaffa tap round your feet, but there you go. Perhaps I'm just in a bad mood.

Luckily, I have been slightly cheered up by several things. The first being the decidely non-clothing related cappucino flavoured ice cream. Thank God those all forgiving smock dresses (which I have been reliably informed do nothing for me) are in fashion, that's all I can say. Also, I notice that topshop.com now has an entire section of it's website devoted to playsuits. The fact that this trend has refused to die out points to only one thing: someone is buying them. My mission in life is now to find this person (there can't be more than one. Surely?) and ask them, well, why? First stop: Saturday night at The Rescue Rooms.

And finally, this:
Shoppers broke the door down before the new Oxford Street Primark had even opened. Apparently, at 6pm this evening people were still queueing around the block to get in, regardless of the fact that there was probably only one odd knee sock and the top half of a size 8 leopard print bikini left. The fact that there are several other Primarks in London all carrying the same stock has obviously been lost on these people. Perhaps it's the thrill of the hunt: there's nothing quite like a bargain you've had to stamp on 15 other people to get. Even if it's not in your size, or colour, and you'll never actually wear it: it was cheap!

And on that note, I'm off. If anyone wishes to rescue me from my crippling boredom, distractions are more than welcome.