JJ and I went to London together for a day out and decided to look around Harrods, like a couple of country bumpkins. We strayed into the fur department (we were properly lost by this time) where JJ spotted a nice mink coat. He picked up the price tag and exclaimed "£23,000! F**k me, my house cost less than that!". We fairly swiftly found the exit shortly afterwards, assisted by 2 nice men in uniforms.