A visit to the CastleTown shopping centre was like a trip into the ancient Valley of the Kings in which the grave of Tutankhamen was found in 1922 . In what looked like a looted burial cave , under the sign House of Egypt, were two shop dummies , one a black , headless Nubian .
Further along , at what used to be a shop called WITCHERY MAN , it was noticed it is now just trading as WITCHERY . What happened to the MAN ? Was it a case of man overboard with that part of the business name ? Inside were two female staff , no warts visible on their snozzles , no pointy hats, brooms . Could they in all fairness be considered real witches ? This brave blogger pushed his shopping trolley into WITCHERY , fearful that he might be turned into a toad or a newt , and asked what had happened to mere males . A friendly witch explained the shop no longer offers clobber for men.
It appears the name for the business was originally WITCHERY ; MAN was added later on to attract male customers . Men, sooks at heart , may have been spooked by childhood stories about wicked witches , did not rush in to buy trendy tropical gear . So now female fashion only is offered .
Resting after the encounter with the nice, informative witch , this old blogger sat down on a bench near Woolies and an elderly lady , with many teeth missing , plonked down next to me and laughingly assured me she was not going to sit on my lap . Due to my magnetic attraction for women , another mature lady puzzlingly told me I should grow my hair longer !!! I can only conclude this odd remark was prompted by a guy who paraded about with a mass of dreadlocks, looking like worn lengths of ship rope , against which I looked almost baldy .
