Argos

I have a love-​hate relationship with Argos.
This one is located just behind the St Enoch Centre and Argylle St, so very handy. And once you’ve punched in the stock number and reserved your item, or ordered online, the queue is by ticket-​system — no need to wait in line.
Leafing through laminated catalogues under fluorescent strip lights isn’t my way of shopping. But sometimes, this is the bargain corner of joy. It amazes me how often Argos pops up on online shopping searches as the cheapest joint in town.
And where else can you do an emergency dash for extra dining chairs at 6pm on a Friday night, an hour before the guests arrive? Yes, this was me last week.
As a kid, I remember my mother bringing home the cataglogue (in the days before the internet) for us kids to rummage through the toy section.

This Argos, feels like it’s been here forever. Great bargains always in Argos. This is probably one of the bigger ones I’ve been in. Always keep an eye on their console games as Argos always sell them way cheaper than most.

Such a great system and a waiting time of 2 minutes. Well impressed.

Do they ever actually have something not in stock?!
Picked up our new microwave from Argos and wow! considering it wasn’t that expensive it is brilliant. Great to be able to walk in, press some buttons and leave with your devices.

It’s hard to fault Argos really.
This one is near St. Enoch Centre and near Argyle Street train station, and always pretty busy.
Been here a few times after the other ones I have went to were out of stock on whatever it was I was after. Maybe I should just start coming here?
A little game you can play. Memorise a code for something in the catalogue then try get a friend to type in random numbers to see what comes up (it’s actually impossible) then when YOU do it, it will look unbelievable!
Alternatively, get a life and go for a drink or something. That is my plan for the immediate future.

You know, I always imagined Argos to be dead by now but even with the advent of the internet, the catalogue still lives on.
Maybe it’s the enjoyment of flicking through a stack of laminated household listings. Maybe it’s the little blue bookies pens you get. Maybe it’s getting to punch item codes into a computer screen to check their availability. Who knows?
All I can say is that everytime I come here the whole transaction is quick and easy.

Argos is the unashamedly cheap and tacky catalogue store at the arse end of The St Enoch Centre, favoured by pram pushing pikeys and those on the dole.
It’s not all bad. Argos is usually a reliable last resort, if you’re after some homeware that isn’t too expensive. I would advise that you avoid the awful selection of jewellery and cosmetics, that look as if they wouldn’t be out of place in the eighties, however it’s worth a wee look for pots, pans and Christmas presents for those relatives that you don’t care very much about.

There can be few more miserable sights on Earth than the queue at Argos jewellry counter. Middle aged women with tattoos on their lower back, waiting for a garish piece of semi-​plastic bling to show off at the local fleapit, or perhaps «my first sovereign» for their Sunny Delight guzzling three year old ratchild.
Thankfully, it gets better elsewhere in the shop, and despite having to trawl through a catalogue to find it, Argos has a pretty comprehensive array of household products, electronics and toys. There’s always a sense of excitement about shopping here as well, with the will they-won’t they have it scenario adding a bit of tension to the proceedings.

As Bill Bailey famously said «…and if it all goes horribly wrong, there’s always Argos.»
Good ol’ Argos. This place has everything — from sofas to electronics, to makeup and toys.
It’s all so busy busy busy — especially around the festive period. Everyone is desperate to get their hands on the latest Argos catalogue, to stock check their most favouritest of items (most mothers are disheartendly looking for the last Barbie Dream house or Barbie Dream Car). Once stock checked, and you pay for your purchase, you wait nervously on the plastic green seats, waiting for your number and aisle to be called. What-​ho! Once it has been registered on the numerical screen, you wait for one of the ever-​so-​cheery staff members to collect your item off of the mythical conveyor belt, and give it to you. Ahh yes. You eventually walk away with your goods inhand, satisifed in the knowledge that you have got the 32^nd last Babyliss hairdryer in that Argos store.
Again, wise ol Bill Bailey sums it up quite ingeniously «…It’s like the ultimate betting shop, isn’t it? The tiny pens, the slips of paper… but everyone’s a winner! »