Well another two days of wanderings. Off to Brent Cross on Saturday. I know on a Saturday would you believe but nothing gets in our way. Today sees us taking trans upmarket big stylee, Knightsbridge. Harrods and Harvey Nicks no less. Oh the frocks, oh the shparklay jewels but mostly oh the frocks and the Christian Louboutin shoes... delish. Well we all know Stephanie and I could spend in the hundreds on an ordinary window shopping trip it was just the same except multiplied by 100, with some frocks running at around £4.5k it wouldn't be difficult.
It seems that there is an age of people that makes them able to spot us 'gurlz'. Entry into this clique seems to be about 12 and goes on until about 17. I suppose it is their preoccupation with image and that of other people that tunes them in to us, we and all those around us are not just looked at but inspected and either are approved of or dismissed or in our case gawped at. Of course we get spotted quite easily but outside this club the staring is quite unusual, mild approval or otherwise is fairly common but in the main we are ignored as people have better things to do. It is a constant source of amusement to me that other 'gurlz' take exception to being spotted and 'go off on one'. Come on please, for one you are a bloke in a frock and your response is 'male' i.e. oi you what are you looking at? Get real girls.
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