K: As Christmas comes closer I am reminded that London is a city where everything is disposable. Living here is all about consuming more and more and no one ever fixes anything. This earth shattering realisation hit home hard when I needed to get my shoes re heeled. Where the bloody hell do you find a cobblers in London?
R: I don’t know, presumably one scuffs the Manolo’s and throws them to the poor people, then off to West Ken to purchase a shiny new pair. Where as in Thrift county every other shop has a cobblers on the side.
K: You may mock but I grew up in a village that had a post office, a shop, a chippy, a cobblers and of course a pub. Now I live in the big Metropolis it’s impossible to find any useful establishments for things like buying paint or sharpening knives. And they’re not Manolos they’re Primark, it will cost me more to re heel them then they did to buy brand new but I’m on a mission…
R: I think you’ve hit on it, why make do when there’s a poor Chinese child going blind in a sweatshop on our behalf. I’ve never had a knife sharpened although I do remember my granddad sharpening his on a stone step…I like the idea of K making a Yorkshire nuisance of her self in Soho, sharpening her knives on the kerbs, whilst polishing steps with her jay cloth and complaining loudly about the lack of appropriate hardware.
K: would I be wearing a flowery apron with a scarf and curlers in my hair?
R: Let’s not disappoint our many readers.
Hilda was from t’other side of the Pennines surely?
Oh oh ! I know! There’s a cobblers in the exit of the Oxford Circus tube station. I used to use them all the time.
You superstar!
think i’ll wait til after Christmas before i brave Oxford Circus though….