You press that little red button, and the game begins. A voice from the heavens—or maybe just a stressed teenager on a headset—tells you your number is 247.
Naturally, the screen is flashing 216. You’ve got time. You could watch a David Attenborough documentary in the gap between those numbers.
Surprising fact: this Argos processes over 400,000 orders a year. That’s more than the entire population of Tonga. Tonga could buy all its spatulas and air fryers right here in Kingston.
What You’re Actually There For
Nobody goes to Argos for fun. You’re there because your kettle died, and you cannot face a morning without boiled water. Or your kid desperately needs a Minecraft Lego set for a birthday party that starts in 45 minutes.
And let’s be honest: you’ll wander past the garden furniture section, see a 7-foot inflatable flamingo, and think, “Yes, that’s what my flat’s balcony needs.” Don’t buy it. You will regret it at 2 a.m. when it deflates and scares the cat.
The Kingston branch has a particularly aggressive selection of electric toothbrushes. They stare at you from the catalogue like tiny plastic gladiators, ready to fight plaque to the death.
Argos What To Do at Mike Friddle blog
