Boxing day sales To me, Boxing day means a week of sales. Tomorrow I'm going to London, and will probably spend my whole day shopping in Oxford Street or Harrods. Call me a slave of capitalism if you wish, but I'll own my Dr. Martens in half price. I just watched a Japanese comedian TV programme, which was hilarious but, at the same time, inspiring. The crew set up a fake free food sampling booth, displaying two types of rice. One expensive; another one three times cheaper. However, the fact was that they were the same cheap type of rice. In the end, ten out of fourteen's people who tried both rice said that the expensive one had a far nicer taste. This showed how easy people could be led, or fooled. We all seem to be level-headed people who are living in an era that we are free from controls; that we can make choices rationally without any form of manipulation -- are we really? Or in fact, with capitalists' summon, we've already unconsciously let loose of our desire to shop, buy, and consume? I sound like I've thought it through, but I'm still determined to go for that pair of half-priced Dr. Martens behind the display window. How ironic!