My cheapass boots from New Malden.
Can’t wait to wear them; I suspect I’ll feel quite good plonking my heavy hooves on the ground and hearing a satisfactory thud with each step.
And of course the faux fur coat that I snagged for just £15 at the dingy vintage store at New Cross, on the street where I go to school.
London is the perfect city for the bargain sniffer, bag lady, oddball and bounty hunter. I think I am a little of everything all rolled into one.