Chapel Street is my forbidden apple. My dad certainly jokes that I keep the whole squirming place just alive. I can't help it. I'm drawn into just about every shop. I have a real shopping addiction and this has been so since the age of twenty.
Shopping is my life. A lot of the time I certainly shop till I drop. I often feel like I'm going to pop the huge balloon or huge canister of goodies on offer to me.
As I pass each shop, I feel I have to be arm wrestled or chained or blasted not to go in. On one occasion I was certainly given my marching orders not to keep going in, as I went for the umpteenth time in my tracksuit pants. I was told after having gone in three times in two days, pondering over a fake gold watch that I was 'getting pretty regular'.
However at the other end of the spectrum, I can certainly feel the burning look of many shop assistants beckoning me to come in as I pass by.
Yes, I know they are desperate in Chapel Street, with landlords charging exorbitant rent for all the shops. This means they have to hike up all their prices. I once paid hundreds of dollars for a bright orange horror when I was at my heaviest weight. It made me look like a huge pumpkin. On another occasion I bought a pale pink coat that left me looking worse than all the pink ladies in Grease. To top it all off I bought a skirt for over a hundred dollars that my mother said looked like a petticoat.
I have certainly made many expensive mistakes in Chapel Street when the shop assistants have been aware and are on the take. This includes every fake piece of jewellery or designer clothing label that I can find. However my true label is that I am a shopaholic. The shopping addiction has been described by one psychiatrist as abnormal and connected to my OCD and schizophrenia. He has basically put it down to me not knowing the difference between a want and a need and having very poor judgement and impulse control.
In the past my mother and my father have had to intervene to stop me letting loose like a dog down Chapel street. They have both rescued me from keeping totally unsuitable clothes by showing a letter to