Argos

Thanks to Bill Bailey I can no longer enter Argos without thinking of the words ‘the laminated book of dreams’. He kills me. ‘You know why it’s laminated, don’t you? To catch the tears of joy! *Cries* So many beautiful things! I cannot possess them all!’ As we all know by now, the format of Argos is thus. You either choose something from your catalogue at home, or you walk in, search the laminated book of dreams, find something, write the code down on the slip provided, pay for what is seemingly only a slip but your prize appears at the next counter for you to take home and assemble, attack your hair with, watch, play, whatever wondrous item you have purchased.
Well, I’ve found myself in the position of moving house AGAIN *facepalm*, and I must say, the Argos location in Regent Retail Park is clever. Sandwiched alongside the likes of Home Bargain and Poundstretcher, you’ve already got people in a wallet-​happy mood due to the fact that those stores are so darn cheap, they’re spurred on to kit out their whole home. This exact thing happened to my mother and I when we were moving me into my first apartment, although to be fair, we did choose a bookcase from our book of dreams at home before we arrived.
Everything I’ve had from this Argos, I cannot complain about. My DVD player was a success five years ago and is still going strong… although one thing I will divulge is the fact that the wizards at the final counter did get my order wrong and brought out some kind of child’s portable DVD player, the kind to keep them quiet on long journeys. But that was an honest mistake. I’ve since had a brilliant kitchen unit on wheels which in an open plan living space has been a complete lifesaver, along with hair straighteners and even… *cough* jewellery. Don’t look at me like that, it was only tiny studs for the second lobe piercings I had. I’m not all Elizabeth Duked out in my trackies and baseball cap.
For all the aforementioned and more, Argos is the way forward. Prices are great and you can get some really good deals, plus they even offer insurance and guarantees. Brilliant stuff.

I went in there to buy a phone charger. You go in there, you look in a catalogue and you order what you want, and you wait for a bit to collect it. Really? I don’t like that. I want to see it first, to touch the material to see the quality. When it comes to certain things that you don’t know if they fir or not, what are you suppose to do. Anyway, in the end I found the charger that I wanted and few other stuff. I went to ask few questions and the the lady that was answering was in such a bad mood, like she was offended that I dare to ask information that suppose to be in the catalogue. They were keep pointing things and words from the catalogue like that’s the bible.
So guys and girls, all you need to know it’s in the bloody catalogue. I’m sure you got it, right? No questions whatsoever. Dear me. I bought the charger and I’ve decided to abandon argos. A type of bad version of ikea, that’s what I think. I much much rather ikea really. Don’t bother with this one.