Tanya and Sophie. It was so much ruddy fun! I arrived in Brum after a three hour Megabus journey at 8.45am, or go-back-to-bed o'clock, as I prefer to call it. After a massive hug intro and quickstop at Wetherspoons for a fry-up we set off to our first destination, vintage/retro emporium Oasis.
We stopped shopping eight hours later. Yes, really. Birmingham's vintage shops are far, far too good, and Tanya and Sophie's appetite for a tasty bargain was way too closely matched to my own. It was a potential recipe for disaster, but thankfully B'hamzzz retailers are also soopah-cheap. Srsly. In Cow, Tanya picked up a dress, skirt and shirt for a total of £12. HRRRNK ahoy!
I ended up spending around £70, including din-dins, electric cigarette, cupcake and travel to Walsall. We decided that any kind of strenous evening activity would have been a bad call on account of our aching limbs, so instead sat in front of Mighty Boosh reruns with a BANGIN' chinese take-out and T&S's amazingly cute Staffie pooches. Bliss!
The next day Tanya made me breakfast - too awesome! It was much-needed, because it was time for round two. We bombarded Walsall with one goal in mind; emptying our purses.
We didn't actually end up going round many shops (although I did pick up some fabbo 80's dazzlers in the YMCA chazz shop) because instead we made a spur of the moment decision to permanently ink our skin. MORE HRRRNKS!
Sophie's revamped Beatles tatt looked so sharp, Tanya's old-skool camera turned out bloody marvellous and only took an hour *shudder*. My last-minute idea of a needle&thread poking through my skin was, surprise surprise, inspired by my love of crap sewing. Unfortunately, the realisation that I will never be able to see the damn thing in flesh for itself struck about half an hour after I'd had it done, and has been annoying me ever since. Oli's gloating hasn't helped.
All too soon it was time to go home, so after a giant Domino's pizza and a quick glass of vino we hopped back on the train to Brum (narrowly avoiding an altercation with a drunken man-mess) parted at the train station and promised to meet again very soon! YOU TWO, if you don't come to Cardiff very soon and experience the £1 jumble sale for yourself, I'll be having words.
I'll leave you with some pictures of my killer haul. Personal favourite: the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air jacket, which I predict won't be leaving my shoulders until some time in 2022.
Betti Baudelaire xxx
EDIT: If anyone fancies reading my recent review of metal legends Funeral For A Friend for WalesOnline, you can find it here!