Thanks Jurek. I am I to picture men and women in brown shop coats? While behind then there is a floor to ceiling set of drawers, resembling Mr Olivandrrs Wand Shoppe in Harry Potter?
How do real shops like that ever survive in that London these days, when other shops are selling bowls of Frosties for five quid a pop?
I've no idea how they survive - other than by knowing their $h!t, as referenced above.
If you're expecting brown shop coats, prepare to be disappointed.
Chain-smoking elderly men of Asian origin is what you will find.
I'd a period of around 4 years when I'd little reason to shop there.
On my return, I was shocked to find that they appeared to have aged by about 20 years
I'm sad to say that I'll be surprised if CS are with us in their current form for much longer.
They don't appear to have any young staff.
FWIW I was chief bolt buyer (not really my job description, but there y'go) for the museum next door to where TimO works for the best part of six years.
It was nice to walk into CS to buy stuff for myself, present my debit card to pay for the goods, only to have it pushed back across the counter to me with the words 'No, that's not necessary'.
ETA: X-Posted with Toontra