…. and then there was the baboon that escaped from the menagerie in the basement
and sat on the roof, watched by shoppers. The arcade and the penny-slot machines.
The exhibitions: of a doodlebug, of the Daily Mirror’s pin-up Jane having a bath.
The restaurant where the band played throughout lunch and where impressive trade
or charity dinners were held in the evening. What can you say about a store where
the Tannoy announced “Kennard’s calling. Kennard’s calling” and closing time was
played out by Gracie Fields singing “Now is the hour when we must say goodbye”?