Trafford centre.

No longer being used to large shops, let alone whole shopping centres, this place is overwhelming to me, full of fake statuary, plastic palm trees and pretend-marble gothic columns and spread over what seems like acres. Though gold and glittering like a Trump hotel suite inside, the weather outside was of course atrocious (2nd extra). It houses the largest and poshest Primark I've ever seen (though I haven't seen many) - 1st extra - and I was losing the will until we finally reached the cafe in there. 3rd extra is #1D trying on a very snuggly coat in River Island, which she didn't get in the end although it felt wonderful.