A facebook friend was praising John Lewis the other day and it reminded me of Allders, which may or may not be defunct depending on which website I look at.
I remember popping in there at lunchtime on the first day of my new job at CU Head Office and was soon hopelessly lost. For it was a huge department store with few signs. I finally found the exit several weeks later. This happened for most of my first year. It was like the Cretan Labyrinth with clothes. Occasionally I was ejected into the street in what appeared to be a different decade and once emerged in Nottingham. I don't remember ever buying anything...
I'm writing this to remind myself to use it as the location for a chase in a detective novel, where the person fleeing is unable to find an exit. Or emerges somewhere completely unexpected.
2. One Dog and His Man. Out now in paperback.
3. Farewell Trip.
Published by Carina UK.
4. Silly Verse for Grown Ups