Laughing at the poor
Some people actually get paid to write things like:
That’s the thing about Poundland. Everything seems a bit second-rate, metaphorically past its sell-by, imported from God-knows-where by someone with no taste.
And:
The shop assistant in Poundland is becoming increasingly dyspeptic. In fact, I’m concerned he might just turn round and hit me. I am in the store’s Enfield branch in North London and I have just asked him to show me where the Chanel shoes are.
The second quote comes from what is supposedly a ‘hilarious foray into the world of Poundlife’. It could also be described as ‘annoyingly predictable same old space-filling shit which for some reason gives real money to an annoying twerp who couldn’t write anything even slightly interesting if their children’s lives depended on it’.
