Handbags and Gladrags by Rod Stewart

Purses and Politics in these US and A (thank you Borat for that clarification)
Too much choice.
I like purses, politics not so much.
Purses.
We arrive here 10 years ago with 4 year old twins ( Scoot had just been diagnosed ASD and The Child Iseult was already precocious) and a 6 month old baby
( WT a "fine sturdy bairn" even then).
I won't even begin to have you imagine the luggage situation. Horrible.
I declined to bring a Purse.
Diaper bag, stroller, baby carrier etc etc was enough.
First week here the Sex Bomb drops me off at Macy's with dollars.
" Go and buy yourself a handbag"
Handbag=Purse, Purse= Wallet, bluddy languages.
In I go and 2 hours later out I come. In tears. Purse/Handbagless.
Too Much Choice!

In my town, back in the Auld Country, we buy Handbags in Shoe Shops. Period.
At best you have a choice of half a dozen in half a dozen colours. Period.
Of course in my younger Disco Days it was the pits, all those lookylikey handbags skidding across the dance floor as we strutted our funky stuff but all the gals managed to figure out whose was whose ...eventually.
Here you have whole sections of stores dedicated to the art of Handbag shopping.
Brain blowing gasket, me.

Politics.
Before you ask, yes we do have them in Scotland. Just not so much.
Joe Average votes for the Party his parents, grand-parents, great-great grandparents vote/voted for. Categorically, no questions asked. Period.
Policies, who knows?
Proposals, who cares?
Tick the box. Labour, Tory, SNP ( I'm a rebel, they get my vote)
That's it. Your done.
The Winning Team gets to choose the leader.
Easy Peezy Lemon Squeezy.

Life was so much easier in the good old "Not very" U and K.