Thursday, July 29, 2010
I have had 30 pairs of shoes delivered to my house by two very robust looking Polish men.
30 pairs of shoes, about 7 coats, 45 dresses, 8000 shirts of autonomic description, 5000 scarves (one knitted by me when I was going through a grantastic phase), and 6 bikinis.
What the fuck am I to do with this stuff?
1) Dispense to council estate across the block
2) Dispense to council estate across the block and get merged with the sharp end of a broken bottle because someone'll complain that this shit isn't Burberry
3) Find an Oxfam
4) Send it back to Africa and hope it gets dumped on the sandy expanse of Chad
5) Have a pavement sale of said items and with the profits buy a bunch of accessories for the toilet
6) Whack it up in the attic and forget about it
I know my mother's going to read this now and Skype me with a strident I told you so.
Of which I'll reply, 'Do you want me to send you some clothes?'