Had a very rare day off work with Cait. We headed to the Trafford Centre for a brief stint of shopping. While waiting for her outside of Fat Face, I noticed this sad event in the history of humanity occurring on the level below. A bunch of girls dressed in all pink with pink tutus and pink wigs forcing some cheap fragrance bearing Nicki Minaj's name onto the general public.

Where's a piano hanging from a rope when you need it? Stick to what you know Nicki.....making bad music that's been auto-tuned to hell.