Designer outlet
It wasn’t all that long ago when many people went to church on Sundays, gathering together in fine old buildings listening to a man in a costume telling you how to live your life whilst singing barely remembered hymns from childhood. Families would wear their Sunday best clothes taking careful note of what other people were wearing and looking for dirty tide marks around the necks of neighbours children . Then afterwards it was back home for a Sunday roast complete with overcooked vegetables and tinned fruit with an accompaniment of evaporated milk for pudding. Children would then be encouraged to play out with friends so that mum and dad could have some together time coupling quietly underneath the candlewick bedspread.
Nowadays church going has been replaced with shopping at outlet stores where the great unwashed and overweight masses gather together in brightly lit malls mooching around cut price designer clothes shops, purchasing labels that deliver in terms of a conspicuous ostentation, ideal for impressing the neighbours. The fact that these overpriced clothes are designed for slimmer figures and look dreadful on people who are rarely out of reach of a deep fat fryer is irrelevant. It’s the label that counts and the bigger the logo the better. Shopping complete its back in the Renault to a lunch of supermarket bought pizza and crispy creme donuts. Time now for the kids to play on their consoles whilst the adults squeeze into their newly bought sexy underwear upstairs as a precursor to a little quiet shagging all for the love of mammon.