By Nikki Hollis
I started buying clothes from the internet some time around 2005.
Despite quickly concluding that going to a shop, trying things and then buying them is less likely to result in me looking like a lunatic, I am still pissing money up the wall 13 years later.
I know that everything I buy online will be in some way unsuitable, weird or flawed. They will make me look like an escaped mental patient or a hippo in a boob tube.
Do they just get all the clothes that went wrong in the factory and send them to online shoppers because they know they’ll try them on, realise they look dreadful and then leave them on a chair for six months until it’s too late to get a refund?
If I hadn’t persisted in buying insane clothes I could have probably bought something genuinely useful like a car by now.
I wonder if my local Ford dealer would do a part exchange on 19 Aztec print playsuits?