ID Please

A quick apology for not blogging in a while. I've had really bad migraines the last few days which and last night I was at Kezi's party. Which was awesome, by the way.

Anyway, back to the real point of this blog, IDs. On my bus based voyage home I popped into Forbidden Planet to see the price of Call of Duty: World at War. £40 was an acceptable price but I though I may be able to get a cheaper price at GAME. I skip walked over to GAME and looked through their games, and as I predicted it was only £35, saving me a cheeky fiver. Feeling like I was being thrifty with my money I head to the checkout to hear the words that have haunted me for so long: 'You got an ID, mate.' I never carry ID, I can't be bothered and being known as John Doe would be cool for a while.

A tad defeated over how I couldn't show I was over 15 and trekked onwards until 30 seconds later I saw HMV. Oh, how I do love His Masters Voice. They are so lose with the IDs. Don't often get 18's there but everything else has been easy to get. Since abotu 12 they've given me 15's, and in the summer I got an 18 off them though last week they wanted proof I was 18. Back to the story, so I snook into the store, grabbed the game (which was £40 here) and stealthily approached the checkout. The guy was more than happy to serve me. I believe he is well aware of the economic situation so is happy to bring any money in.

So there it is. The story of how I got Call of Duty: World at War, not very exciting but there it is.

Ciao

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