No Rock And Roll Fun

THEY ACTUALLY HAVE A BRANCH AT GATWICK, YOU KNOW: Pierre, you might want to look away now because we've got a fresh box of evidence of Justin Timberlake's not coolness delivered. Firstly, shopping in Harrods is not something anyone of any poise does anyway - it's the Madame Tussaurds of retailing; the green and gold bag somewhere between a Kiss Me Quick hat and a cheap model of the Eiffel Tower on the scale of slightly shameful tourist tat; more importantly, there is a four letter word that starts with 'c' and describes someone who insists that a shop be kept open until three in the morning for them, and it ain't cool, honeypie. Those people actually have their own homes and families they'd rather be with instead of being forced to work late so some behatted chap can squander the cash they really should be squirreling away for their retirement. I'm sure they chuckled as you and your hangers-on trumpeted around the store, and around, and around, as the tubes stopped running and the buses dropped to night-bus frequency. You could have shopped online, Justin, but maybe that wouldn't have let you live out your Princess Diana fantasies.