Primark

Like that child presented with one marshmallow now or two in five minutes, I have no ability for delayed gratification where reindeer pajamas or fake spats are concerned. This might lower my grading as a human being, but hopefully I’ve balanced that by referencing the Stanford Experiment… I’m no die-​hard Primarni fan, but I do like a decent deal on fashionable threads when I can get one. What Primark does, ostensibly, is offer me that.
Okay, okay. It’s Primark — we know this to be somewhat close to hell on earth when it comes to the Headrow shop — but hear me out. The Trinity shop is actually bearable. More than bearable: it’s do-​able.
Anyway, enough high-​brow. We’re talking low-​brow, £3-​a-​go, fill-​yer-​bags fashion and the Trinity P-​town is all up in that noise: Three floors — gargantuan boss level floors — of clothing to peruse. If you want some new nightwear, everything conceivable is there. Shoes: fuggedaboudit. Homewares and CHEAP SUITCASES are a thing — I bought the softest throw known to universe-​kind in there.
What this place has on the other iteration is worth simply listing: more range — this place must get the entire collection as there is just so much; less crowding — where the Headrow redefines that sardine feeling, it’s easy breezy here; cleaner shop — I mean seriously, I don’t know how the Headrow let the standards slip so low — there’s nary an item on the floor, let alone piles of the stuff; and less wait time on the fitting rooms — this is just my experience.
So, it’s way better. However, you really should check the labels for sizing since I came home with a top three sizes too large, based on the hanger. On my next visit, about 50% I’d taken to the fitting room was the same.
The queues move relatively quickly and the staff all seem decent enough. What I’m saying is, this place is dangerously unlike the usual Primark experience. Be careful. It’s easy to rack up a £100 tab.