Clowns Convention

After a good whipping from the wind this morning I decided to pop into town on my lunch break to purchase a hat. Now I don't know about you but I find the style of today somewhat outlandish. Last week I saw a young woman strolling about the shops in pyjama bottoms, stack shoes and a jacket fashioned from Bacofoil. For this reason I tend to steer clear of all the high street stores and shop in a trusty hiking shop I've been frequenting for years. It took a good twenty minutes to weave my way through the town centre and despite the squally winds and lashing rain plenty of folk were out shopping. In fact I could go as far as saying the high street resembled a Clowns Convention, it was all mismatched clothing, bovver boots and heavily made up young ladies with rags in their hair. What young woman wants to go swanning about the shops with a face made up like Coco the Clown's? Many it would seem. One hip young thing had sickle shaped jet black eyebrows with bright blonde hair and her friend wore a red lipstick smile which wouldn't look out of place in the circus. After the impromptu fashion parade I finally made it to my favourite hiking shop only to find it closed down two months ago and I had to head back into town to search for suitable headgear. What a day!