Once more, there are grim reports that the British high street is dying. It’s time for people like me to make it clear how much we care. To become alarmed and talk urgently, nostalgically, of bustling streets, crucibles of commerce, the pumping arteries of local communities.
And more. The lost art of live shopping. Ringing tills, rustling bags. The magic and theatre of it all. But then we move on, the sentimental mists clear, the community-spirited sap stops rising. And next time we need to buy something, without much thought, we go online and we order it.
