A tale of two shopping trips: 

Saturday I decided to try and find the board game shop (Leisure Games) in Finchley. The shop is near Finchley Central station which is zone 4 but being a cheapskate, I got off at East Finchley which is zone 3 and walked twenty minutes up the road to save myself about 40p. Pleased at my choice as I passed by the continental market which tours London on a semi-regular basis which was nice to see, all the familiar stalls were there. Was tempted to stop off at most of the stalls, particularly the Charcuterie willpower won out and slipped past without buying anything.

After walking through the leafy suburbs, arrived at my destination. Leisure Games is nicely stocked and large windows let in a goodly amount of natural light which can only be a good thing. Definitely a geek’s paradise (albeit out of the way) with plenty of supplies for RPGs, War Gamers and a vast range of card, board and other types of games. Definitely better stocked than Orc’s Nest but more floor space can generally do that for ya. I bought one Batman Fluxx (The Animated Series) and Expansion Packs for The Good, The Bad and The Munchkin & Eldritch Horror (Strange Relics). I’m probably going to go back – though maybe drag someone with me. And then call in to the Baskin Robbins on the way home. All in all, a most successful day.

Sunday was…well, I went out with one goal in mind. To find a shirt that fits that I like, ideally denim to supplement (and eventually replace my 16 year old Levis shirt). I went in to many clothes shops between home and Oxford Street (and back again), I tried on what…well over a dozen shirts and the only ones that fit me in my size were those made by Ralph Lauren. The pricing of the shirts didn’t faze me but the styles did which is why I left them on the hangar (think golfing retiree). Almost all of the other XL shirts I tried on were too tight in the chest – two I couldn’t even get my arms in. And when I tried some XXL shirts in comparison, just to be sure I hadn’t ballooned or wasn’t deluding myself, it was like a five year old wearing his dad’s jumper for a laugh. Except the Rag and Bone shirt I tried on in XXL which again, couldn’t squeeze arms into. WTF is wrong with the state of clothing these days? Does globalisation mean sending the work to third world countries and slapping any old label on them just in the ruthless pursuit of a bargain? I don’t want a life of wearing nothing but sweaters and hoodies and t-shirts. I need some nice stuff too.

Anyway, the experience took most of the day and the only thing I went home with was a bag full of salad items for dinner.