Primark
The most intense, most crowded, most oppressive store on Oxford Street roils with young families stuffing baskets with cheap-as-chips fashionable outfits, shoes, luggage, and outrageously lowballed accessories. Unfortunately, we’re also talking about a clientele that discards garments wherever they want, staff that deals with the rubble using big push brooms, no washrooms, and products that won’t last a year. But the bargains! Oh, the bargains—most stuff is less than £10, and £1 deals are common. You just can’t help leaving with sacksful. “The devil wears Primark,” mutter the snobs.
The most intense, most crowded, most oppressive store on Oxford Street roils with young families stuffing baskets with cheap-as-chips fashionable outfits, shoes, luggage, and outrageously lowballed accessories. Unfortunately, we’re also talking about a clientele that discards garments wherever they want, staff that deals with the rubble using big push brooms, no washrooms, and products that won’t last a year. But the bargains! Oh, the bargains—most stuff is less than £10, and £1 deals are common. You just can’t help leaving with sacksful. “The devil wears Primark,” mutter the snobs.




