turn the lights on!

Hollister is quite an experience. You go in, feel slightly sorry for the male model by the shop door - clearly there for the purpose of putting up gawking teenage girls (why don't they have female models, would that be sexist?)

Then when you go in, you can't see anything really. I don't know why a chain thinks that its a good idea to have clothes that you have to squint at and hold up to the sparse lamps to see if they're nice. You'd think that they didn't want you to buy their product.

The staff (at the Cardiff branch anyway) did an excellent job of making me feel uncomfortable and like I shouldn't be there. I'm not an old woman I'm in my early twenties and I can fit into the clothes they sell so their dismissive and up themselves attitudes was quite beguiling. They all looked like someone had just murdered their parents and I was the prime suspect, maybe its not being able to see anything that makes them so miserable.

The actual clothes themselves were all right. Nowhere near worth the price they're selling for though, not when its just tee shirts and denim shorts.