I had a big blue scarf jobby wrapped round my head and neck, gloves and socks so that my extremities were all toasty warm. By the time I got to the Kings Road I had removed my scarf, rolled up my gloves into a ball but left my socks on.
ROCOCO CHOCOLATE SHOP first browse, hand made chocs that look like asparagus or pebbles or lips. Very expensive but the perfect gift for the chocoholics in your life. I used to know one of the serving wenches, a daughter of GFL contributors, now its a mixed race American geezer with a good shaped head and a neurotic turn of phrase and a Swiss milky skinned maid.
A mooch in WILDE ONES, one of my favourite shops anywhere, more Native American turquoise than you can shoot an arrow at, plus all kinds of esoteric gew-gaws for reading, striking and smelling.
Then AFTER NOAH which is full of retro clocks, telephones and toys and boxes of games and rarified object d’art that are meant for the arty objects of desire in your life.
Next stop, walking down the right hand side of the street, was LUSH I dived into the soapy displays and swapped five empty pots for one little pot of goo – for aging skin, and then. crossing over in the rain, my final destination JOHN LEWIS where they wont knowingly rip you off, yeah and pigs might fly….