Affectionately coined the Harrods of the South West, TJ Hughes the failed tat-store is currently closing all of its branches and the Plymouth outlet is in its final days – the final two days to be exact.
I passed by earlier today only to see gaggles of Janner zombies fighting over cut price kettles and perfumes that could blind a mole. It was ugly, it was brutal, yet it showed just how far the locals will go to snare a bargain.
I managed to get a pair of Farahs for a pound, I stole a toaster and my black eye should fade by the August Bank Holiday.
It was also great to see corporate desperation as they proudly decry in every window “all fixtures and fittings for sale”.