Select

Remember Roland Rat? «RUBBIIIISH!» well that’s exactly what I wanted to shout in Select yesterday.
The store was a mess, clothes on the floor, rails of sale goods blocking every aisle, two members of staff shouting mindless bobbins about their meaningless social lives to each other over the counter and completely ignoring their wandering and confused customers.
Having managed to find one moderately pretty dress I let myself into the changing rooms and slid out of my winter boots to try it on, in the process discovering a whole new sensation of grittiness as my socked feet hit the filthy floor. But hey, at least they WERE socked. The dress was godawful, slung together with wonky seams, nasty cheap fabric and hung off all the wrong places with the elegance of a hand towel on Tony Soprano. At this point I re-​dressed, took my coat off the curtain rail to find it white with dust and put my boots back on. As I stepped out to leave I felt something in my boot, took it off and there was a delicious little treat trying to hitch a ride on the underside of my foot… a filthy used tissue.
Hurrah!
So, on the downside this shop is dirty, badly run and stocked with guff… but on the plus side if you are in the least bit interested in what the staff’s moronic friends said to each other on facebook last night and just how drunk they were at the weekend then Bob’s your Uncle. Go and knock yourself out.