I spent last week in Sydney with the family and whilst there I made a lot of interesting discoveries. The first was in our hotel room. I want you to check out this photo of me sitting on the
dunny, loo, toilet.
Yep, you may not want to know but I am actually watching myself take a crap. Now what perverted person would want to put mirrors right in front of the toilet seat? I can understand mirrors on the ceiling above the bed but not in the room where a bloke really doesn’t want to see himself straining trying to get the crap out for the day. I mean really!
Another thing I discovered while in Sydney is that women just don’t know when to stop when it comes to shopping. The thing is as much as we, as the male of the species, hate shopping we are forced to tag along while they get their shopping fix. It was really quite funny watching all the men in tow with a look of total boredom on their faces, as they followed closely behind their partners, who were so busy shopping that they failed to notice how bored their loved ones were.
Even on the last very last day when we had two hours to kill before we caught the plane, they had to do some more shopping. Thankfully we were allowed to have breakfast before setting out. Imagine my shock and horror when they dragged my son, who by now had totally accepted his fate, and I into David Jones where I came face to face with a hand bag designed by some guy called Jimmy Choo.
The bag itself was OK, as far as handbags go, after all it’s just another handbag right? What got me was the price tag, $2800! I looked at my wife and daughter with what must have been a look of utter incredulity that my daughter said it was a Jimmy Choo. The way she said ‘Jimmy Choo’ was as if she was saying it was a Ferrari! Shit I could understand if it was a Ferrari but it was just a bloody handbag. I picked it up and had a good look at it. Nope, no solid clasps or diamond studs. There wasn’t even any Swarovski crystal embedded into the leather. Yep, at least it was leather, but you can buy leather for a whole lot less than that.
I could understand if it would increase in value over time, but I doubt that very much. It will probable just end up in the wardrobe with the myriad of other handbags and shoes. I reckon the shopkeepers were rubbing their hands with glee when women came into being.
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