Evans

Whenever I go into this store I cannot help but think of that Smack the Pony sketch when the slim women go into the plus size fashion store. It’s not because I’m particularly slim, or because I plan to take the pee and jump in one leg of a pair of trousers and pretend it’s a one piece dress with a big flap but because I’m sure the sales assistants think I’m in the wrong shop. In fact, I go in there for two things. One: to buy presents for my mum who looks just like Fern Britton before she lost all that weight (which is no bad thing) and two: to get shoes which fit my flat wide paddles or boots which accommodate my bike riding calf muscles. Everytime I go in there I kind of wish I was bigger because the clothes are always pretty cool and it’s a much more relaxed place to go clothes shopping. Topshop makes me feel really fat, whereas in here, I feel slim. Result. Anyhow, the sales assistants are lovely but will have an element of that bemused look when a size 12 person takes up a size 22 top, that is until you say ‘it’s for my mum’. Phew.

This is a busy shop and I often come in here because I think they do some really nice clothes and I’m smaller than the sizes that they generally stock in here. The shoes and boots are also good in here.