Very weird - baby brother Andy recommended it for a laptop table that swings around (and stops me getting bursitis) so I went there at 9am this morning.

How strange. It's not really a shop at all. You order from a computer and a small person emerges from the bowels of Kensington High Street with your product.

James is putting it together as I speak.

I'm used to carpeted showrooms and lackeys who fetch and carry.

This emporium does seem relatively inexpensive.

Must go there again.