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Mightily Peeved

Does your Ranter look happy in the photograph above? Do you see bluebirds flying around my head and lambs frolicking around my legs? (Okay you can't see my legs but trust me theres no lambs). No, this is my cheesed off look. The sort of look I have when a RANT is brewing.
The reason? Shops and their sunday f**king hours. Yesterday it was a beautful summers day, and being a sunday I decided to hit the shops for some retail therapy as the ladies call it. I needed therapy alright!
WHY THE F**K DON'T SHOPS OPEN BEFORE 11am??! BOTH HMV AND BLOCKBUSTER WERE SHUT UNTIL 11am WHICH LEFT ME FUMBLING AT THEIR DOORS AT 10:30 LIKE A PR!CK WITHOUT A CLUE!
WHY OPEN SO BLOODY LATE? I THOUGHT NOW WE'D RELAXED THE DRINKING HOURS, THE SHOPS WOULD FOLLOW SUIT BUT NO SIREE! IN THIS DAY AND AGE WHERE EVERYTHING ELSE IS TWENTY FOUR HOURS A DAY, IT SEEMS ALMOST MEDIEVAL THAT A STORE WOULD REMAIN CLOSED UNTIL AFTER 11am. IS EVERYONE IN CHURCH OR SOMETHING? WAKE UP!!