On one of those early hot Saturdays this year, I turned to my girlfriend and nodded to a corner across the road. “D’you realise,” I said, “We spend most of our weekends just wandering between neighbourhoods with Gail’s in?” I think on that day we knocked off three.
I say “knocked off”— we didn’t actually go in any of them. Come off it. Who wants to go in a Gail’s? Who wants to queue with the Lululemon’ed lot, with their gritted grins endless competition? “Well, Tabitha does fencing now,” you might hear. “As well as her riding. She even combines them sometimes.” Apparently jousting’s making a comeback in NW3.
