Against all my initial protestations and reluctancy, I trekked down to H&M at Oxford Circus during my lunch hour. When I got there, it was like animal carnage...the unwanted coats, denim jackets and silk embroidered jackets strewn on the floor. I literally had to wade through the plastic hangers to walk properly. Little did I know that an extra delivery was coming in at 1pm and I walked in at 12:55.... gaggles of girls eagerly waiting at the fire exit door where they bring out the rails. The air was tense with anticipation and desperation. As 1:05pm rolled on, it got decisively edgy..... girls who had to go back to their offices backed away and new rows of huntresses gathered up......bitchy words were exchanged 'I did not push forward you f****** c***' Yes ladies.......it got so agressive that the C-word was bandied about.
Then at 1.15pm a lady over the tannoy announced that the delivery had been delayed to 2pm and everyone groaned...some even cried. I just left in bemusement as I looked at this scene of materialistic female desire.
Women aside, the clothes themselves? I caught glimpses of every piece in other women's arms. I wasn't impressed. Women were trying on the trenchcoat with futile hope that it would make them look like the shop dummy but just looked shapeless and needlessly baggy on them. The satin jumpsuit was ill-fitting as well. And the number of coats and jackets left on the rails was testament to their ill-fitting nature. The strewn about chain mail belts and purses were New Look quality at best.
I only want 1 or 2 items so I'm going to be smart and go to Brent Cross Shopping Centre branch on a Saturday morning where only yummy mummies shop because I never want to see my fellow females stoop to such a cringing state ever again.