Why I Hate ... Primark

By now you may have figured that I’m not the most cheerful of people, and I have plenty of hate in my heart for many things; emos and Starbucks being the first that come to mind, but I’m constantly finding more and more things (and people) that irk me. Today I’m letting my issues with Primark be shared on an unsuspecting audience.

Now I don’t deem myself to be fashion conscientious at all, but I don’t shop at Primark for a number of reasons. Firstly, I don’t like my (new bought) clothes still stinking of the sweat of a blind Indian orphan forced to stitch them. Secondly, I like my clothes to last at least a week before they start falling apart. Lastly, I don’t want to go out and bump into at least five guys wearing the exact same outfit. It’s embarrassing for all involved.

The thing is, people believe that Primark is cheap, which it is to a certain degree. But I’m able to find (better quality and better looking) clothes at almost the same price (as Primark) in other stores. But still the public flock to Primark like mindless drones or the zombies in Dawn of the Dead that flock to the Mall, because even in their vegetated state they are used to being materialistic. It’s come to the point that everyone seems to be dressing the same. Primark is like a mother that dresses all her children in the same setup because she thinks they look cute, but it’s not cute it’s disturbing and wrong.

Another point is it always seems to be busy. Do people that shop at Primark actually have jobs? I understand that me saying this includes me in with the people I’m about to slate, but I’m a student, I get a free pass to venture into the city centre whenever I deem fit. Back to the point; it’s always busy. Don’t people have better things to do? Just because something is cheap, you don’t have to buy it. “Wow these shoes are £2! They don’t fit me or match anything I already own, but they’re £2!! I must buy them before someone else does! Even though they’re accompanied by 300 pairs of the exact same shoes on the exact same shelf!”

But if you like Primark, don’t listen to me. It’s clear that a lack of; price, ethical trading laws and originality are what’s important to you.

Quick Disclaimer

The Blog is not becoming extinct, it was an April Fools Day joke. Thanks for falling for it Leon, well done on not falling for it Frenchie. I’ll still be here churning out hatred and all that good shit for a long time to come!

*Although, I must apologise for the text at the minute, it never seems to set at the correct font/size that I want it to. I can either; get the size right & the font wrong or get the font right and the size wrong! I assure you this is the evil doings of Blogger, not me. Peace!

R.I.P. Blog

Loyal followers, I regret to inform you that I have to close down my Blog! It has come to my attention (via an email from Blogger) that my Blog is “filled with inappropriate material” and they have “received many complaints relating to the matter”. I have been left with an ultimatum; clean up all my previous posts or just delete my blog and start again from the beginning. It is going to take me way too long to clean up everything, so I’m scrapping the whole thing. It’s for the better anyway, seeing as this Blog is easy to come across and future employers could find it and not employee me!

Blogger has informed me that I have until the end of April to sort it all out, but it’s staying how it is until April 28^th, which will be my Blog’s 1^st (and now; last) Birthday. After that it is goodbye from The Misadventures of Ben Broughton as we know it.

So I would like to thank everyone for reading, following, commenting and spreading the word about it, it means a lot to me. All of you have a special place in my heart, right next to weed and Southern Comfort (yes, I really love you all that much).

I know for most of you this will mean that the internet will never be the same again, and it’s true. I fully understand that this was the place to come in between cumming over online porn, and I am flattered to think that you were reading something I wrote as you waited for the next porno to load or buff, while you had your cock in your hand.