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Day Five



9.15am: I have some Weetabix! At home!! Feeling dissatisfied, I decide to go to the café on my road to work and have coffee; stay 'til 11.30 and also have another cheese toastie, this time with chorizo. I realise that I am in an eating rut but also I never get tired of melted cheese and bread because I’m WHAT? Sickening. Also get a baked apple mini tart. Really carby. £11.20



12am: There’s a sample sale on and my friend and I decide to go, even though I’m approaching my overdraft. I’m planning on buying nothing but there is a Margiela shirt I wanted from a few seasons ago. Try it on and, of course, it looks… fine… and decide to buy it. Go to the till. It’s £320. For a shirt. I tell myself I deserve it, that this is an act of self-care, that I will wear it every day. As my card slips slowly from my purse, flying in slo-mo through the air, towards the card reader, someone in the queue behind me exclaims that I’ve found a bargain and then I zone out into a different dimension and realise that £320 for a shirt is in no way a bargain and again I am concerned about capitalism, my blood pressure falls, the adrenaline dissolves from body and I say the worst thing you can say at a fashion thing: "Actually, I think I’m going to leave it, sorry." And so, financially triumphant but fashionably outcast, I walk past the glaring eyes of some very cool people who can also somehow afford to be at a sample sale on a Monday and put the shirt back. To celebrate I wander to Harrods with my friend and do the exact same thing with a more expensive Raf Simons shirt.



5pm: We go to Soho for a coffee, which descends into Monday night drinks. I have some dinner which is actually just some tinned vine leaves from a corner shop because they are fucking delicious. They cost £1.17. It’s almost my birthday and so my friend gets the drinks, which is so incredibly kind, and we toast each other and end up getting really drunk and near-fighting with the man on the next table because he is shit-talking about women with his other lad friends. We storm out of the establishment, and then I buy us two shots at Garlic & Shots and we go our separate ways. £11.17



Total: £22.37