Work/Pixies/gonk

I know what you're thinking. What does a vintage clothes shop manager do when he doesn't have a vintage clothes shop to manage? What, you think we just sit around drinking tea waiting for e mails to arrive? Sure that happens. Not as much as you'd think though.

As if we haven't been ordering loads of vintage clothes and accessories for you. Every piece gets laundered and pressed and basically given love and attention so it's ready for you to get your grubby hands on. That's just a figure of speech. I'm not saying for a second that your personal hygiene isn't of the highest calibre. Hands get naturally dirty don't they? I don't root around in the mud much these days yet my fingernails always seem to have a little bit of dirt under them by the evening.

 We haven't got a shops worth yet but we're really pleased with the selection of pieces that we've got so far. If you like a printed sweatshirt my word you're in for a treat. If you're a denim jacket fan you're gonna be in hogs heaven. (The shop will be immaculately clean).We have some wonderful dresses and today we received some really cool flannel shirts. I just can't wait for you all to see them and touch them and try them on. And hopefully buy them. We've got a cash register and everything.

In other news we went to see Pixies last week. I felt a bit of a fraud to be honest. I'm the kind of person who when he goes to see a band he really likes, gets really angry when other people talk during the gig. I also get angry when people don't know the words to the obscure b sides that I know all the words to. I feel like they don't deserve to be there. I know it's unreasonable behaviour and it's the actions of a geek but that's just how I feel. Anyway at the Pixies gig I was on the other side of the fence, to paraphrase Partridge my favourite Pixies album is the Best of Pixies. They played Where is my mind?  and I had a rollicking good time regardless of my lack of Pixie back catalogue knowledge. In truth we got hammered. I could have been watching the Wombles by the end. Like I said, I didn't deserve to be there.




Thanks to everyone who came and met us at the I Make Fun Stuff fair on Sunday. We had a lovely day, although it can be very tiring maintaining such a consistently high level of banter. I use that term grudgingly, in the knowledge that I need to embrace modern slang but when did casual conversation become #topbants?

I hope you are well and happy and I look forward to seeing you soon. x