But yeah, so I went a-wandering all day. I cannot divulge what other yuletide goods I procured, as my vast internet fanbase and the people I buy Christmas presents for are essentially one and the same. BUT I did happen to find THE best shop in Aberdeen;
It's called McKay's, and that photo does not do justice to its size, weirdness or potential stock avalanche dangers, but it's the only one I managed to take. But yeah, it's this gigantic "camping/military shop", though I think that simply "camping and military" is not good enough to describe its full magnificent kaleidoscopic cornucopia of items. Having been in a fair few military surplus stores, I can say most of them do not sell 1800s-style African safari hats, Soviet Union trapper hats, gigantic Hawaiian shirts, Robin Hood-esque luminous purple lace up grandad jumpers, inexplicably cheap Doc Martens, and wellies that reach below the ankle (...WHAT is the point?). The few visible bits of wall are covered in battered 1970s-looking mens leisurewear adverts. After fascinatedly skulking around for hours, I finally caved and bought what the owner described as a "teabag t-shirt, for fashion not warmth" (how could I resist that);
|would have modelled it, but unfortunately it still smells a tad like damp tent|
|not like any hot beverage. BUT 20 quid down from 50, hollerrrr|
Of course if I wear either of these hole-ridden items I'll end up with hypothermia, but still.