The sidekick has been kicked off postrantrant

Yesterday the Ranter made me get rid of loads of clothes. This was quite difficult for me to do, even though some of them are 10 years old and I never wear them. We drove around where we live now to find a charity shop to give them to, but The Methodist Centre was closed and we couldn’t find anywhere else. We ended up driving to Clifton to find Charity shops (for people who don’t know Bristol, Clifton is the poshist part of the city and where we live isn’t). We came to the conclusion that for charity shops to work well they need to be in an area where people are rich enough to be frivilous in throwing out clothes which can still be worn, but where there are people poor enough to buy second hand clothes (and not proud). Clifton is perfect for this as it’s a mixture of very well off people and students.

The good news is I bought a couple of items of ‘interesting clothes’ today, because the reason I found getting rid of clothes difficult was that all the clothes I wear currently are boring (interesting clothes sit in the cupboard because they no longer fit me!).

Challenge: can people who know me guess when I’m wearing my new ‘interesting clothes’?

Comment: for those of you who have come to this blog via The Ranter, this is probably a bit of a culture shock and the words I use a probably a bit too easy to understand!