After innocently meandering in Nottingham between venues dispensing alcoholic goodness and fancy dress shops with invisible pirate hats, Lyndsay and I stumbled into a couple of sweet old ladies who talked at us for a few moments and then led us into the Hilton Hotel.
Now let me be perfectly clear about this: IT WAS EXACTLY AS CREEPY AS IT SOUNDS. They said something about clothes and led us away into a small room filled with other old ladies and, thankfully, clothes aswell. It turns out that they wanted us to participate in market research, and being either too drunk or too baffled to say anything, we had inadvertently agreed, and spent 20 minutes looking at blouses and saying ‘The buttons on these are good quality’ before we were allowed to leave.
Firstly: why didn’t we resist the pull of the old ladies? And secondly: why does a blouse that looks like it’s been made from the insides of a hyena cost £45?
We mulled over these questions as we sat bewildered in the pub, a few minutes later.
‘Why did we just let them take us? We could have been led away into some kind of scientific experiment…’
‘Maybe we were?’
On the plus side though, we did get to piss around in the Hilton Hotel toilets for a bit.
Photograph courtesy of Lyndsay