Welcome To Hell Otherwise Known As Oxford Street
Today I had to travel into central London and hand deliver some documents to an address quite close to Oxford Circus tube station! I wasn’t looking forward to it, for one simple reason the Christmas sales are in full swing and I couldn’t really be bothered having to fight my way through blood thirsty bargain hunters!
I had two options to get to Oxford Street. One I jumped on the bus, which takes forever, around 50 – 60 minutes depending on the traffic or the tube, which takes 25 minutes. Since those TFL clowns weren’t on strike today, I took the tube. And amazingly the Bakerloo train was fairly empty, which lulled me into a false sense of security. I was thinking maybe people had got fed up buying garbage that they really don’t need, but bought it anyway because it was on sale!
Anyway as I made my way up the escalators to escape the hell of London Underground and reach an even worse hell known as Oxford Street, the crowds suddenly appeared from some place. There was a massive queue to get out of the tube station. In fact it was like a ruby scrum trying to get out of the place. I felt someone’s hand making an attempting to get reach inside my jacket pocket, which was met with a WTF do you think you are doing, you dumb mother fucker! The Romanian Gypsy played stupid and made a hasty retreat away from me.
Eventually I fought my way out of the tube station and reached Oxford Street which was fucking mayhem. It seemed like half the world had descended upon London’s shopping paradise! I got with the system, pushed my way forward, kicking and scratching, and trampling on people that had fallen onto the ground. The trampling on people, words of wisdom were only a joke, but I dare say if someone was unlucky enough to have fallen onto the ground, people would have walked right over the top of them!
I truly hate Oxford Street with a passion at any time, but during the Christmas Sales I don’t think I could have been in a worse place, apart from perhaps Iraq or Afghanistan! Manners don’t exist when people descend upon Oxford Street, rudeness takes over!
I quickly delivered the documents and thought fuck it, I’m needing a new jacket, so lets brave some of those sales! If you can’t beat them join them! I spent about a combined total of 30 minutes looking through the sales racks at Next, River Island and Top Man and take it from me I wish I never. I have never seen such crap and naff looking clothes in all my life.
There was however plenty of nice jackets that weren’t in the sales. But I thought what’s the point in going to the sales and buying something at full price. That kinda defeats the purpose! Anyway I have plenty of Jackets and decided to give it a miss.
Welcome to hell, welcome to Oxford Street a place that makes hell seem like a good place to be!