Today in church, I looked down at my knee and thought: “Hmm, there’s a hole in my jeans. I guess I should buy a new pair.”
So, this afternoon, I went to the Temple Of Chav. I noticed NEXT were having a sale, so I went in. Ten minutes later, I walked out with two new pairs of jeans, having spent less than £40. I am awesome. Fear my manly shopping efficiency.
(they’re quite nice jeans, too; well, they meet with the approval of The Girlfriend, so they can’t be that bad)
In other news, somebody stole my hair. My ears are cold. This is a strange sensation.