Discarded scraps of receipts litter dark marbled floor. Feet have to wade through these white obstacles and avoid the sticky spillage of Diet Coke. Jostling through the faceless crowd, only backs covered by thick anoraks can be seen. The subdued lighting of the shopping centre trying to calm you into submission. Endless windows for stores selling cheap unmarketable goods create the passageways that wind through this gigantic structure. So large one can see it from seat of a passing train, perhaps taking groups of eager shoppers to the indie shops of Bold Street. Where they can buy their vintage 1970’s biker jackets then slip into an environmentally-friendly vegan café for chai tea lattes and tofu micro-burgers. However in this centre the only foods one can smell are the greasy cheeseburgers of a poor copycat McDonald’s and burnt black coffee.
