Retail therapy

I’ve been dead, dead busy this week, preparing for a bit of a potential ‘clover fields initiative’…

The reason? I’ve managed to blag a meeting on Friday in ‘that there London’ – at the HQ of the nation’s biggest shopping institution.

It’s not quite ‘Eminem’ – more ‘Emaness’, actually.

Why do they want to see me? God knows. Maybe they fancy a bit of rough, a bit of greying street cred may be in order to resurrect a wounded retail monster – and a dose of OK-le-dokerly magic is sure to do the trick?

More likely, it’s because I’m cheap and will do most things for a couple of bob, a free glass of milk stout and a packet of salt & shake crisps…..