Visions of Madonna in cheap black nylon

The past three days I have popped into H&M in Oxford Circus on the way home from work to exchange a ridiculously tight t-shirt I had bought last week (lesson to be learnt: never shop for clothes after a strenuous workout at the gym; endorphins make you imagine your body is better than it actually is), only to shudder at the mess inside the shop and go home empty-handed.
On Tuesday I struggled to find something I liked, picked up a couple of items, headed for the changing rooms (one of which was closed), saw the queue and left.
On Wednesday I just picked up the same t-shirt one size up, but the second changing room still closed, so I headed for the tills, saw the queues and left.
Then today I played the safe card, planned what I was going to get in advance (my fifth pastel-coloured H&M polo shirt for work, I know that the size and the fit suit me), rushed to the fast-getting-crowded tills and I was out in no time.
And this is just a summer sale. I cannot imagine what it will be like when the tracksuit from Madonna's H&M campaign goes on sale.
Friday 7 July 2006 at 12:08 pm
it's awful. who's going to buy that undertaker suit?