shopping

I hate shopping for most things and will do almost anything to get out of this pointless past time.  When I do have to go and buy something (I recently needed some new underwear for example) then the exercise is usually carried out with military precision and speed.  Almost like a commando raid: I'm in, do what I need to do, and get out.

The internet then is a marvellous tool for helping me do my shopping without leaving the comfort of my own home.

It's not without its pitfalls though, especially when going on-line whilst under the influence of a couple of glasses of red wine say.

Such excursions in the past have seen me buy a private number plate for my car, procure tickets to see Whitesnake and Journey in concert and book hotels when they're not really needed.  All because it's so simple.  And because I may have been just a little drunk.

Lately I've taken to shopping online for a Mercedes Benz.

While perusing the internet over the weekend I stumbled across a video of one being driven around the South of France and Italy and immediately decided I need one for the weekly trip to Tesco (shopping).

I've identified the one I want - a 12 cylinder 600SL convertible.  Considering they were around £100,000 new, they now sell for around a 20th of that price so after doing the man maths I have convinced myself I can afford one, but more importantly that, just like my replacement boxer shorts, I desparately need one.

When I get one of these notions in my head, my wife often wonders why I can't just look at pornogaphy on line?  Why do I need to constantly keep returning to an advert for a silver MB?  

And I find myself wondering "why won't Lisa let me have some more wine......."