The Clown Boutique,

Yesterday night, me and my long time pal James went to the infamous Trafford Centre. I had agreed to be his shopping assistant for the night as he needed T-shirts, jeans and shoes. With that general idea of what he wanted..... we ventured forth to do what most men hate and break out into a sweaty panic doing....shop

We got there and all was well. We did the man thang and scoped the hotties (safe to say that there weren't any, but we scoped anyway). Whilst scoping we set off to circumnavigate the shopping complex. The first point of call was River Island, a trendy upper priced fashion emporium, which at first i was anxious to enter, with me being accustomed to cheap bargain stores like George and T J Hughes.

So we entered this marvelous shop of wonders and colours. I soon found out the colours were actually the clothes and the wonders were the thoughts that occurred to me saying "I wonder why anyone buys these weird clothes? hmmmm?". Any person suffering from epilepsy walking too fast past the racks and racks of clothes would indeed have a seizure frenzy. It turned out most mens stores were like this one. I found myself wanting to return to a trendy shop like Burtons, which sells more smart-casual clothes. A rock clothes store would have suited me down to the ground, but there wasn't one in sight...*sigh*

Exhibit 1

Clown pants......in the normal clothes section......not the night time PJ section...hmmm

In defence of this trendy store, there were some nifty tops and boxers (underwear). Namely, SUPERMAN boxers, i nearly had a geek-fit and there was a cool THUNDERCATS top which had me dancing on the spot with James giving me the evils for embarrassing him.

All in all though, every store was filled with stuff like...

Exhibit 2

Multi Coloured tops, with colours that seem to jump right out atcha!

and

Exhibit 3

Clown shoes that were actually on sale amongst perfectly decent shoes. shocking!

So, if i wanted to go into in depth analysing-ment-ism of this current "young generation", I'd safely say they are a bunch of clowns on parade. Why on gods earth haven't their parents, or grandparents for that matter, taught them what not to wear having already made those dreadful mistakes in the 60s, 70, and especially the 80s/early 90s.

Maybe I'm out of touch with the fashion these days, maybe i should move with the times and try this new approach to cool out. Yeah, think I'll buy myself a multi coloured t-shirt and have everyone bowing at my feet (mostly due to the seizures they will suffer from me prancing around with one). But yeah, I may test one out. Doubt I will at the end of the day, the prices were in the £20 region, and that was just for socks. Think I will stick with my cheap, bargain clothes. lol

What do you think? Trendy, or terrible? Swanky or Scary? Give us your views.