Liz Randle wants to know where else you could find a ra-ra dress next to a pair of pyjamas on a sales rack. She pulls the dress out, and its blue sequins glitter under the warehouse light.
“Only here,” Randle says, before moving down the next aisle, where TV monitors sit on shelves next to fluffy rugs, which sit next to outdoor TV projectors, which sit next to rows and rows of new shoes, all still in their boxes.
