She Gets So Hungry At Night She Eats Her Jewellery

You may heard if you are interested in such things, but for those who are not a massive shopping centre, supposedly the third biggest in the country is opening around 15 minutes walk from my house.

I’m conflicted on this. On one hand, it will be quite useful to have the common shops within walking distance of my house, a situation that I haven’t managed since I lived in Bristol. Christmas shopping (unless I get my act together and buy everything on the interwebs and sent it all to my parents’ house already gift wrapped which, truth be told well never happen) should be made easier. Impulsive visiting of the Waitrose deli counter will be made as easy as a walk in the park. They might tart up the Green a bit.

On the other hand I have a horrible vision of the Green turning into a cross between Notting Hill and High Street Kensington without any of those places’ redeeming points. There is already a shopping centre with a cinema, which I assume will eventually become completely empty, unless Argos ends up striding it like a collusus. Or Peacocks (I can’t see that happening). And the nightclubs will be filled in with concrete.

Still… hooray for capitalism!