Mighty Pound

This is one of those weird shops that says it’s a pond shop, when actually it sells items at a range of prices… some of which are more than a pound. Usually this sort of deception repulses me, I get all upset and start ranting and raving, writing letters to my MP, burning my bra. That sort of thing. I don’t like liars. Luckily, Mighty Pound saved my ass on several occasions, cheaply. And for that I will be forever in its debt.
The stock here is as eclectic as you’d expect. The shop is split into vague areas, which I shall describe now in needless detail:
— Clean up your act.
Selling name-​brand items for cleaning your body and your bog, most priced around a quid. You can pick up bumper packs of sticky plasters here, but they are rubbish and don’t actually stick. This section is good for buying shower gels and toilet cleaners that have all weird Russian writing on them. You’ll get them for about half the price of Superdrug. And who care about the language? Nobody actually reads the info on their Toilet Duck anyway.
— Pet shizzle
This section is poo. They sell everything BUT the stuff you need for your pet. So that’s a yes on novelty Christmas dog bowls and litter tray freshener, but a no on litter, litter trays or any bowl not affiliated with Jesus’ birthday.
— Let’s give this place some atmosphere, baybeh.
Candles and incense, in every hue and scent. Great for biiiiiig bags of tealights. Not so great for scenting your flat.
— Whaddayou lookin’ at?
Mirrors and photo frames in varying sizes, all rectangular. Not exactly the sort of thing you’d hang above the mantel, but likelihood is if you’re in the Mighty Pound you’re not really looking for glamour.
— Get in that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans.
Pots and pans and tupperware of every description. Sure, it’s not Le Creuset, and your pans will rust and the sieve will break, but it’s cheap and the oven trays here are fantastic. The tupperware is also pretty admirable.
— This is not a choking hazard, honest.
Weird, often ugly, often pointy children’s toys. I want the tiny faux-​Barbie with a mobile phone that lets you ‘call’ her ‘boyfriend’.
— I bin waiting for you all my life.
Big plastic bins and washing up bowls. Good for if you have a lot of rubbish, or want to make a robot costume.
So, that’s a pretty unnecessary summary right there. Woo!
As well as all the fairly useful shebang above, the Mighty Pound sell condoms and pregnancy tests. Now, I’m no snob, but I feel like I’d probably have major trust issues with prophylactics purchased at the Mighty Pound… and if I did, I certainly wouldn’t be relying on their prego-​tests to determine the quality of aforementioned goods.
So, you need a bin, a rubbish toy, a heavily scented candle? Come right in. Birth control? Get thee to the pharmacy, child!

Wellyou could be surprised at some of the bargains you can pick up in here. I often go in for the odd kitchen implement/​accessories which are charged at a much higher premium in the more, salubrious shopping palaces.
Need a new kitchen washing up bowl? Brush? Mop? Party paraphernalia (paper plates, balloons et al)? Light bulbs? Drinking ‘vessels’ (wine glassesas I tend to break these on a regular basis it makes complete sense to buy the cheaper ones)? This is the place to visit then on the boulevard of dreams which is Withington’s Copson Street.
Of course, there one or a dozen so items of useless tat (best not going in there after a few German ales) but generally you can pick up useful household items for next to nothing.
One note however: they do not sell those Ken Doddesque feather dustersand I really do need one.