So here's to TJHughes......nine Haiku in honour of TJ Hughes, which went into administration and did not quite make its 100th birthday, after decades of looking after its customers.
No more shoe bargains,
amazing handbags, Triumph
bras or five tog quilts.
No more basement queens
faffing about to find you
the flight case you want.
No more pyramids
of Werther's originals
or shopping trolleys.
No more Ferrero
Rocher or pound Toblerone
bars at the checkout.
No more queues at the
bedding counter to pay for
thermal vests, duvets.
No more sales counter
happy girls refunding, no
esalator hope.
No more washed-out meat
and two-veg posters that
you noticed looked rude.
No more carpetted
restaurant, extra water
jug, joke at the till.
No more sitting on
the low wall, taking the weight
off, eating pasties.
No more black cabs to
take you to Anfield and
Mam to Scotty Road.