A Fcuking Bargain

This week we discovered a little corner in Bow claiming to be a French Connection outlet store (map here).

Now, although there's nothing particularly strange about that in itself, there are two things very wrong with such a concept. Firstly, I have never bought or worn anything from French Connection. They make some pretty vile and overpriced stuff, and in my experience it's a certain type of person who goes out of their way to shop there. A type of person I don't want to be.

Secondly, there's the whole outlet thing. These places just give me the creeps. I don't know what it is exactly, but I always feel like I'm breaking various laws just by being there. Sales and the like are fine, but I guess I'm too much of a snob to do discount.

Despite these reasons I still visited them this morning. I've been looking to restock on my linen trousers and I was told that quite a big selection were available from this place. It was exactly how I expected, but I'm still glad I went.


I got away with my linen trousers; three to be precise. I also got six assorted tops and t-shirts - nothing I really needed but still stuff that manages to both complement and complete my wardrobe. It'll take the pressure off dressing for summer anyhow.

But how much did it all set me back? The princely sum of 40 quid. Not bad, eh? Now that really is a price to make anyone wear FCUK.