I started several pieces on London department stores, but found most of them had attendant rhyming difficulties. Debenham and Freebody . . . Swan and Edgar . . . Marshall and Snelgrove . . . You see what I mean? Much scope for inventive thought -- but time is short.
So, reluctantly, I went downmarket and settled for Arding and Hobbs (slightly desperately teamed with "blobs.") Few on the other side of the Greater English Channel will ever have heard of it, and I dare say some Spectator readers will prefer to deny their Clapham Junction roots.
But even as I write it is on its way to becoming an instant transfer to Lucy's recycling bin. What the hell! Write about what you know, say I.
Last edited by Martin Parker; 05-04-2014 at 11:43 AM.
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