Rokit

I’m standing outside Rokit in Covent Garden, pacing back and forth deciding whether or not to go in, I could just have a quick look, I doubt there will be anything I want, well what’s the point of going in then? Well there might be something I want, something that would infinitely improve my life as I know it, I have no problems though, my only real problems are financial. I head straight for the faux-fur and there it is, a leopard print coat, a la Kate Moss. I try it on and it’s perfect, but I really can’t afford anything new right now, I haven’t worked in days….. hmmm but I’ll never see one quite so perfect again will I? If it’s £25 I’ll get it, if it’s £40 I won’t. I look at the price tag it’s £65. So of course I buy the coat, I wouldn’t be complete without it. And anyway the seventies throw back shop assistant has been circling me the whole time I’m in the shop he likes it he also looks like an extra from a Russ Meyer film. Where do they find these people?