You have to be kidding me, right?
Having a bit of a laugh?
This is fucking SUMMER for fuck's sake!
Not so long ago the Great Unwashed would be at the seaside for the first two weeks of August on their SUMMER holidays. As it stands, all the schools are still closed for SUMMER.
If I were going to France for my SUMMER holiday, I wouldn't be traveling for another month yet and it would still be SUMMER.
In case you didn't realise it yet, this is SUMMER! Got that? August? Near enough the middle of the year? The Swallows are still flying around, the flowers are still flowering and my grass still needs cutting? Yes – SUMMER.
So you can go a stuff your greedy, money-obsessed commercialisation up your fucking arses.
I will never darken the doors of Selfridge's again. I never did in the past, but I can promise you you have lost any potential future custom from me, you sniveling little money grubbers.
I can even go so far as to leave the room if that damned "Mr Selfridge" comes back on television. Herself likes it but personally I would rather stand out in the rain and freeze while it's on.
The link is coming up but this is really not safe for anyone with a nervous disposition, or even, for that matter of a normal disposition. I would go so far as to suggest you don't click it unless you are terminally brain-dead.
You have been warned.