| Sunday, December 02, 2001 |
 | Luke directs us to this good advice about how to interact successfully with people working in retail without damaging their poor tender feelings. Which is cool, and yesterday - my cocks'n'socks Christmas present shopathon - I even found myself doing heavy lifting and high-shelf reaching for some very lovely people in a charity shop - and walked away with a free copy of the short stories of Virginia Woolf. Virtue its own reward? I think not.
However, this article fails to take into account the combo of social retardation and vicious one-upmanship that characterises the exchanges at Notting Hill. Bless 'em. I remember someone telling me that the only way he could cope with them was to walk in, ask them what was playing, then tell them that it was shit. This is a modified form of the "Coldwater Suplex" plan, when you scan the racks for some time, before asking them if they have anything by Coldwater Suplex or on their self-titled label. When greeted with utter incomprehension, affect a look of sorrow and return to browsing.
War is Hell, soldier.
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