A WOMAN has sprung out of bed spontaneously filled with a primal disgust for every garment in her wardrobe and the compulsion to replace them.
Eleanor Shaw, returning to work for the first time since Christmas Eve, opened her wardrobe and felt nothing but loathing, disgust and an overwhelming sense of anger at the hopelessly inadequate clothes, coats, and even shoes that confronted her.
She said: “And I’m expected to wear this shit? In 2025?
“That dress looks like a filthy potato sack soaked in a puddle on the hard shoulder of the M42 for months. I put it on and looked like a roadkill Womble. I tried the other one but it made me resemble my mother, which is far worse.
“Desperate, I pulled on trousers which morphed into shapeless slugs, hugging my hindquarters like a fresh coat of dung. Skirts looked like rags Les Misérables pulled out of the filthy Seine. The cardigan I got in November made me recoil.
“Just as I was piling hideous clothing on my bed in a sacrificial pyre, which I would light to heat my raw, unclothed form, the postman arrived with all the Vinted shit I ordered drunk at New Year.”
Vinted seller Nikki Hollis said: “Yeah, that happened to me last week. Luckily some desperate cow bought it all, but it’s little consolation as this morning I woke with shit hair.”