I fucking hate it. Unless it involves books, music or porn. The misses on the other hand, loves to shop. For anything. When she mentions that we should go to the shops together, i pop smoke and disappear quicker than a redneck caught hanging out the back of a piggy. As you can imagine, now every fucker and their dog is out shopping for bloody christmas, i'm starting to lose the plot. You can't even get a coffee because of fuckwits trying to decide if they prefer the Gingerbread Latte or the Machiato Tagnut Surprise. However, is it me or are there more chavs out and about at this time of year? As if the shops are not painful enough, i have to view their shit dress sense and listen to their fucked up speech. We need a cull to control the numbers of these vermin. Suggestions please good people.