Poundland

It’s very much a love-​hate thing with Poundland. For me, it’s mainly hate.
For starters, everything is not, as they claim £1. Granted, this is not exactly a huge issue, and certainly not the biggest of Poundland’s problems, but still worth pointing out. The thing that annoys me most about this shop is that it really confuses me. You walk along the toiletries aisle, for example, past bottles of familiar brand name shampoos and conditioners whose names you recognise, until you look at them properly and realise you don’t know them at all. Are you eyes deceiving you? Did someone spike your drink at lunchtime? Or is it some weird dream where the real brands never existed and this is completely normal? Surely they can’t get away with identical packaging, lettering styles and every other tiny detail and then just change one letter around in the name?
Anyway, that’s just me and maybe I’m a bit weird. But the other thing that annoys me most about Poundland, which even annoys my normal friends, are the weirdos hanging around the doorway in the bus top. Without wanting to sound like a snob, if I want to inhale a month’s worth of cheap cigarettes in one go then I will go to my local newsagents and buy as many as the have in stock an do just that. However, when I’m going into Poundland it’s because I need to buy something specific.
Which brings me to its one saving grace. For parties, this place is great for getting all the plastic cups, party poppers, glow sticks and balloons you could ever need. And when it’s all going to be strewn across the floor in a few hours time anyway you don’t want to spend loads on that sort of stuff.

It’s a bit dastardly perhaps, but when someone’s birthday comes round this is the first place I come to in order to see if I can pick up some cheap shite that looks half acceptable as a gift.
I’m not sure how much my friends appreciate receiving bottles of bleach, blank CDs and Wotsits multipacks for their birthdays, but my wallet certainly does.