Decline of the High St

I went searching the charity shops for a costume for a Vicars and Tarts Party.  I was looking for a v.cheap and v.short denim skirt to go with my false breasts that had battery lights on the nipples, shining through the low-cut blouse I had found. Looking through the rack of skirts I said to the shop assistant that they all seemed rather expensive when I explained the function.  Looking disdainful she said perhaps I should try the charity shop next door!  I had mistakenly entered a ladies’ fashion shop thinking it was another of the numerous charity shops that dominated the high street of most small market towns these days

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