The bloke in the twatty wastcoat looks like a smack dealer who lived down the street from me in Chesterfield. The kid the the foreground looks like he's been sampling his wares.
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yeah that's a bit libellous tbh
even in jest, I really wouldn't say that, the site can ill-afford a libel suit.yeah sorry I meant smack dealer
Nick Lezard said:But something, in my case, had to give and what gave was my robust indifference to shampoo. True, a significant part of my decision about which shampoo to buy still resides in how much it looks like it will stand up on its end without leaking so that you don’t have to wait five minutes before the last bits come out of the nozzle; but I have also started looking a bit more carefully at what claims are being made for each bottle.
As it happens, in the Hovel, where two men and two women regularly shower, though not together, there are about 12 bottles of hair things ranged around the bathtub. I shall, for purposes of space, restrict myself to the L’Oréal Elvive products. The Nutri-Gloss shine shampoo contains, we are told, “the secret to glossy shine”. Full Restore, although now mostly full of water, is for “weak, limp, damaged hair”. (I bought this one and I think my hair got a bit offended, and then depressed, by the description.) Then there is Colour Protect “caring conditioner”, but that rather suggests that other conditioners are uncaring, does it not? They give your hair a rushed, distracted condition and then piss off, leaving it feeling cheap and used.
Then there’s the age-defying conditioner, already mentioned, which buys your hair a sports car and gets it a younger girlfriend. Finally, the Damage Care shampoo, which was the only one on the rack at the chemist’s that looked like it had any common ground at all with the age-defying conditioner. It’s got to this point: that I’ve now started worrying whether my conditioner and my shampoo will get on with each other. (My daughter, marvelling at the array of different kinds of shampoo for different hair types in Waitrose the other day, asked, “don’t they make any shampoo for dirty hair?”)
Waitrose is like a middle class version of hooters
I'm sure they discriminate on how you look when employing, it's always full of dainty young english rose types
Waitrose is a LOT communism
specifically to spread the Waitrose Revolution?Nick Lezard on yuletide said:buying vast amounts of vol-au-vents from Iceland is not my idea of what Christmas should be about
Nick Lezard on yuletide said:The late Christopher Hitchens once described it as living in a one-party state where you've got images of the dear leader and songs you can't escape from, even in your own home.
Because I go there to check out all the dainty young english rose types
I don't even want to go to Tesco, given their shitty record on all sorts of things, like supplier exploitation and enthusiasm for workfare, but I need to eat. I can't afford to buy lunch at work everyday.Well, at least you're not digging out of the bins of Carrefour at night like some of my neighbours.
Cue 4 Yorkshiremen.
There aren't any in Birmingham.There's a Waitrose near me but I can only afford to go there for a treat. It is a lot more expensive than other supermarkets.
Usually it's Tesco along the road, or the corner shop.
This is just getting extremely creepy and stalky. Going through everything I do on social media for evidence of my life, my friends, speculating about how my friends live, how I live, my school, where I grew up. Please tell me how this is actually contributing for one second to useful political discourse?
This is just getting extremely creepy and stalky. Going through everything I do on social media for evidence of my life, my friends, speculating about how my friends live, how I live, my school, where I grew up. Please tell me how this is actually contributing for one second to useful political discourse?
Are you even believing any of it, or is it just a forward momentum which has to be maintained so stuff doesn't fall apart?