Presents from Mont Blanc, anyone ?
Every morning , it seems, there's a newer, more hysterical poster in the window of each shop I walk past announcing today's new improved discounts. Meanwhile, the Evening Standard poster announces 50 percent off everything, though where this miracle is to be found, the poster doesn't say. This process started off with Dorothy Perks and Top Shop, then moved on to Wallis and Fat Face, and at last even the banker-girl bastions of Hobbs and Ted Baker got in on the act. But one remains steadfast, and it's like looking into an ice cave at all the glittering stuff and silvery clutch bags of the Mont Blanc shop - empty of customers as ever, with a single languid assistant flicking molecules of dust off the glass or tapping something (her blog , perhaps) into the computer. I seem to recall that at this time last year there were a lot of COUPLES in Mont Blanc, presumably discussing how to spend his bonus. I wonder how Mont Blanc keeps going with no customers and how long they will still be here. Having a stock worth millions, are they somehow surviving by living off their own fat ? Is the languid assistant nipping out to the bookies in her lunch hour having pawned a few of the crown jewels ? Anyway, at Canary Wharf rents, it's hard to see how even they can survive the next two months.
I've decided the cue to abandon ship will be the day I walk past Mont Blanc and see a big elegant poster saying in ever such understated tones: 'CLOSING DOWN SALE - EVERYTHING MUST GO - BIG DISCOUNTS'
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