marble arch primark on a weekend is like a turkish kebabhouse at sundown during ramadam. take out the religious curteosy held between customers, though, and add the vicious consumerism that primark draws out from its patrons and you might understand why this place is nothing short of a shitfight. and truth be told i imagine its not just the weekends that see this frenzy. after an afternoon of being pushed, shoved, and wiped with the sweat of a thousand sun-stroked londoners, i crawled out of the store and collapsed in a heap on a corner of Hyde Park. this underpaid waitressing job has a lot to answer for - it was the two pairs of shoes, pencil skirt, belt and two shirts needed for work that sent me into primark in the frist place. and i'd
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