I play chicken with the sales.

I have seen a very nice sweater I want to buy. It is chocolate brown and has mint green stripes and a hood. I have been watching it for quite a while. Every weekend, I walked past the window and saw it in the shop. It is £55. But I knew something that the shop doesn't know - by the end of July, the sweater will be in the sales and thus save me a huge amount of money. I am not swayed by the signs that say things like "That looks perfect on you!", "Jet from Gladiators would shag you if you wore that" and "You're amazing in that, spend your money here!".

All I have to do is wait.

I am playing a pretty dangerous game - the equivalent of Bungee jumping off a bridge, you're pretty sure it's a safe bet but there's always that doubt in the back of your mind that it could go wrong.

I wait. Tick follows tock follows tick follows tock. And the fat drummer hit the beat with all his heart. I took my Canadian Girlfriend along with me to the sales and showed her the sweater and it was reduced to £33.

"It'll make you look like a Mint Green and Blacks!" she says excitedly. Her eyes began to glaze over and she starts to drool. (I assume she is thinking about how sexy I will look in the sweater and not about said chocolate bar, which is in her fridge.)

I looked at it and started thinking, which is a dangerous game for me. Usually when I have to think about it, I've already decided that I am not going to buy it. I opened my wallet and looked inside to see if I have enough money, which makes no sense because I was going to pay with Maestro anyway. I try and justify my decision not to buy something I want "If I leave it and come back in a week or so, maybe they'll have knocked more money off it" I think. I refuse to be swayed by by the signs that hang from the ceiling and say "Buy it today, it may not be here tomorrow" and "Spend your fucking money you tight assed little twat!!!"

I decided to leave it. Now I am playing a very dangerous game - the equivalent of Bungee jumping from a temporary crane in the car park of "The Dog and Bob" in Baguley, I'm pretty sure this is just suicide.

After a week of soul searching, I return to purchase it. I want to look like a chocolate bar and I cannot wait any longer. It is still £33, although even with the saving of £22 I feel like I can claim at least a score draw against the shop. I take it to the till.

"That'll be £16 please" says the shop assistant who has her lip pierced.

I win! I win!! I win!!!