In the first shop we delighted in bright colours of the socks.
The neon pinks, yellows, and greens were so different to what we were used to.
Then in the novelty sock section of the second shop we enjoyed the joke slogans across the colourful socks.
One level up.
Then in the third shop we giggled at the naughtiness of the swear words on the socks.
One level up again.
Now the colourful socks in the first shop seemed boring compared to the ‘Cunty McCunt Face’ socks.
It’s like in Brighton all the shops are trying to outdo each other on personality.
