Big Mistake

Driving back into Newton Abbot on a Sunday morning, and in need of some bootlaces and walking socks, I took a risk. I went into Chavgo Mills . You drive a mile through the woods, past all the nasty ignorant xenophobic political messages, around a huge (and probably without planning permission) building site, park in a roughly surfaced car park, and then realise that the entrance is probably miles away, the other side of those oh so great amusements, rides, "zoo", toilets, "independent outlets" and various other "attractions" such as the Co-op (and what is that supposedly right-on institution doing associating itself with this capitalist nastiness?). And even when you find the entrance, which has to be found, it isn't signed from anywhere, you have to struggle past all the chavs , towing their silly little plastic trolleys, all trying to get through the inadequate number of tills and blocking the entrance. Once inside this dimly lit firetrap, and past the big cardboard policeman threatening potential shoplifters (and if there is any place I would shoplift it would be here) , you realise that they aren't going to have what you want amongst the cheap tiles and nasty garden furniture, so it is best to try and get out through the sweaty hordes of excited shoppers, dipping under the barrier and out into the light of day. Finding the car is another fun game. Eventually, driving out past the Polish Camp, I can get home and wash it off. Ik.
M is under instructions to kill me if I ever express a desire to go there again.