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Once I had traded my cosy countryside existence for a city life in London to attend university, I knew that my encounters would only get all the more peculiar…

It was promptly after my first footsteps into The London College of Fashion that I realised the floorboards of this university were very much their own catwalk and consequently my wardrobe was a very sad sight indeed. A part time job was most definitely required in order to fund this newfound student lifestyle and to at least attempt at keeping up with the fashion forward Joneses.

My first job in the big city saw me looking after a unique boutique just on the outskirts of Soho, a place that is home to many of the more colourful among us.

Much of my time was whiled away perusing the pages of the glossies, gushing over the latest enviable wares from fashion houses such as Chanel and McQueen, which, on my part time wage and a student loan, I could only endeavor to replicate by stretching to the Topshop copycat.

If I was graced with the delight of human interaction it was typically with a pink adorned girly girl, due to the saccharine infused, fairytale nature of the clothing we had on offer. It was for this very reason that anyone with a desire for something other than a glitter, ribbon, or pom pom festooned item of clothing soon stood out, from the moment their scheming hand settled on the door handle.

I was to become privy to all sorts of alien requests, one most notably from a notorious male celebrity who asked me if I could outfit him with a balaclava. It was rather a perplexing question when you took into account our windows decked with butterflies, soft pink chiffons and mannequins with blonde 1930’s curls. Seemingly quite surprised when I informed him that we didn’t sell such an item, he asked if I could recommend a shop that did. Needless to say the only advice I could offer consisted of a visit to the PVC and rubber bondage specialists in the heart of Soho. I wondered if I had smacked the proverbial nail on the head when he sheepishly laughed and retreated from my shop, heading in that very direction.

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  1. Ethom says: Reply

    I remember when you told me about this one too! You were less discreet about the celebrity in question

    1. Shhhhh! xx

  2. Ethom says: Reply

    I remember when you told me about this one too! You were less discreet about the celebrity in question

    1. Shhhhh! xx

  3. Your stories are wonderful! You could as easily be working in Psychiatry.

    1. Thank you! I’m sure I’d have many more stories if I was!

  4. Your stories are wonderful! You could as easily be working in Psychiatry.

    1. Thank you! I’m sure I’d have many more stories if I was!

  5. That’s a nice story. But you should have told him that every biker-shop would be able to fulfil his desire.
    P.S.: I bet it was Hugh Grant. 🙂

    1. My lips are sealed! That’s a very good point, I didn’t think of that, my brain must have been drowning in the influence of Soho… where there aren’t many bike shops 🙂

  6. That’s a nice story. But you should have told him that every biker-shop would be able to fulfil his desire.
    P.S.: I bet it was Hugh Grant. 🙂

    1. My lips are sealed! That’s a very good point, I didn’t think of that, my brain must have been drowning in the influence of Soho… where there aren’t many bike shops 🙂

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