Oxford Street

I have been to the famous Oxford Street of London after a year and half of coming to stay in this country. First thing I have noticed there is the number of named outlets and their locations. I was overwhelmed by the number of people inhabiting the street in-spite of the call of recession. It was like any other Saturday without the significance of a fast approaching event, which contradicts to the act of thousands of enthusiastic spenders.

I would never count myself as an enthusiastic shopper but I guess I did my bit on Saturday and got back to my senses after my wallet was empty. There are about half a thousand high street brands available on this gigantic street and I guess I have not done justice to any of them. When I initiated the trip it was supposed to be only window shopping and I confess that after my encounter with the first few galleries the initiation went out of the window.

I spent most of my hard earned grub on clothes and a few shillings (if they are still in distribution) on footwear. This makes me wonder about the reputation of women being compulsive shoppers. Is it true and did I see it happen with my own grub? I am affirmative that I do not desperately need any of the items I have acquired during my shopping conquest; then why did I acquire them – I have no clue!

I made a pact with myself that I would recommend visitors to Oxford Street so that they would benefit from an outrageous shopping spree and I can be deprived of my guilt. Confessions apart, I genuinely think that it is one and only place to shop for any occasion as the outlets do cater to all kinds of budget and I guess the shopping association should release some royalty towards this incoherent advert of mine.