Mid Week Shopping

Selfridges is relatively full of tourists, ladies who lunch, and swift lunch-break shoppers eating on the hoof.

In the cafe a PHD student is discussing her paper with her father. Her east coast american accent rings out. He has the most enormous waist. In the far distance is a blond woman wearing 60s bardotesq makeup with far too many glittery do-dahs in her hair. She has a lace top over a red camisole adn looks like a moulin-rouge whore. Several staff are trying to pass a quiet lunchtime. Zombies with food. Staring, blank, zoned out.