Attack Of The Clones?

I went shopping the other day. Not an awe-inspiring piece of information I'll grant you, but as I was trekking around the small city that is bluewater I noticed a few things and decided to tell you about them.

Now I am unfortunately no longer young, I mean in no way can I be considered old, its just that I am not up to speed with yoof culture and thus fashion. To be honest three inch ties and having your trouser tucked into your socks, to me, just seems stupid, but I accept that I may just be out of touch. However what I noticed during my trip to the axis of evil (for this read Bluewater) is that everyone under the age of 19 was wearing pretty much the exact same thing, obviously there was a difference between the boys and girls, although pink seems to be a highly sought after colour for the boys as well now - I'm definitely out of touch.

I walked past a group of three girls wearing the exact same trainers and trousers, hair the same and their tops only noticeably different from a distance of less than 5m. But these girls although, especially similar, were not alone, pretty much each person in all the groups I saw was wearing at least one item of clothing that was identical to another member of their group.

Now I chuckled to myself as I went around, feeling that I was better off being out of touch with this bold and individual fashion revolution that seemed to be sweeping the nation (for this read axis of evil), however as I went shopping in the shops I like, searching for clothes for myself, I came to a shocking realisation. Every shop I went in had clothes identical to the previous. The colours of the ‘season’ were the same, the same materials were prominent in them all, and I suddenly realised that I was in danger of become a clone as well, not of youth fashion, but of Twenties and Thirties Post Indie, Snowboarding Retro Individualism. I stopped and sat outside New Look and decided there was a real danger of there soon being very little difference between me and the yoof clones (bar the fact that I will always think that pink is a girl’s colour) . I decided there and then that I needed to go dead man clothes shopping and get away from these huge shopping empires that seemed to want everyone to dress the same. Of course there's always going to be the danger that I just become a Anti-Establishment Charity Shopping Clone, but that's a risk I think I'm going to have to take.

I'll keep you posted.

Rant Over.