I swear, I'll come through

How auspicious, as usual, Exeter is a treasure trove of lovely. There's now a CEX and a gamestation to peruse, and there's no visible sign of the credit crunch effect around here. Unless everyone is window shopping like me, though I did spend an entirely ludicrous amount of money on what can only be described as a herd of underwear products. I also obtained a strangely over VAT discounted charger for my overly sensual Nokia N810. With humourous packaging by Virgin.

As with my strange compulsion of hating carrying shopping around, I dropped my loot back at the car and reventured in to town, and it soon became clear exeter was the home of street performance. Things that I saw:

• A roaming robot in the Harlequin Centre
• A collection of real owls in the Harlequin Centre
• A guitar driven orchestra
• A brass band
• A lone guitarist
• A town's crier advertising some event in the Guild Hall with the Lord Mayor.
• Another small musical act
• A dijareedo man
• A woolworths jammed with crazy shoppers and sparse stock
• A large collection of tinsel draped bicycles.
• Nearly every coffee shop except this one jammed.
• Too many hot girls of undetermined legality
• Many new locations of shops.
• The swish new entrance to the underground passages that apparently didn't collapse during the work.
  
• Up and down horses

No doubt I had something witty, humourous or observational to say, but I've forgotten amongst the caffeine rush. Hmm, turns out I was using my notepad back to front, so I viciously ripped loads of pags out that were job related. This is my crappy notepad I add, as it is small and portable.