There are certain things about being more than two metres tall I can understand; ducking under doorways has become second nature to me, my feet almost always stick out of the bed, I'll struggle for legroom on public transport (planes being particularly bad) and some children will gawp at me.
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| Bamburgh beach circa 2012 |
But if one thing really winds me up more than anything else, it's clothes shopping.
Eight, maybe even nine times out of ten clothes shopping serves nothing more than to get me in a bad mood and have me f-ing and blinding about my height.
