It is a cold Tuesday morning. You get off the bus, and step into a puddle. You look up, and you see this. I don't even know where to begin.I mean, it's not unusual for charity shops to have strange window displays - if anything it's fairly standard practice. I particularly enjoy the way they try and entice you in with what they feel are likely to be the finest pieces of shite they have on offer; which usually tends to be a handful of Steven Seagal films on VHS, and a dusty boxed copy of Wing Commander III.
But this... This is just bleak.
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