Overheard in Camden (Part 2)

This forms the second post in the Overheard in Camden series. See here for Part 1

I was in the Camden Town branch of Sainsbury's, earlier today, in the biscuit aisle trying to convince myself that i did not actually need two packets of Malted Milk, as one packet was more than enough, given my tendency to binge eat whenever biscuits or chocolate are within my reach. I swear, i take no prisoners. I do not rest until they are all gone! So i very wisely do not usually stock up on such things.

All of a sudden, my reverie is intruded upon by the clip-clopping sound of heels on the marble-esque floor of the supermarket. I deduce that it must be some chic in killer heels tottering around with a shopping basket, doing some quick lunch time shopping. I keep my eyes glued to the biscuits in front of me, but being a shoe fetishist myself, i'm resolved to steal a quick glance when she walks past me.

The footsteps slow down and finally stop somewhere to my right. As previously resolved, i steal a glance, however the only person standing anywhere near me is a short, squat man. I swivel round (i have confessed to blatant nosiness in the first post already). No chic. I hone in on the man once again and wait for him to begin to walk off. He eventually does.

There it is again.

Clip-clop

Clip-clop

Clip-clop

Clip.

Only in Camden.