If there was one thing sure to strike fear into the heart of every '90s kid in Edinburgh, it was the prospect of spending the entire business end of your Saturday chumming your mum shopping up the town.
When the call came, you could moan about it all you liked, but there was little you could do to fight it. Still too young to go and do your own thing, your pre-pubescent self knew you had no other choice but to tag along and face hours of absolute torture visiting every single fashion and furniture emporium the length of Princes Street.
People may bemoan the loss of the department store in recent years, but make no mistake, the generation growing up now are the lucky ones. They'll never know the true meaning of boredom.
