The first shop we went into didn't have,
surprisingly, anything that appealed.
The second shop we went in to was selling
embroidered shirts for a hundred quid that
looked like they were made of tissue paper.
So I didn't get one from there.
The third shop had a lot of plump boys on staff and all of them looked like Kelly Osborne.
The fourth shop had something that was almost appropriate but had the feel of dried fish against my skin.
In the fourth shop I began to lose heart and decided on something I'd seen back in the third.