Trafford Centre
In my view there is only one good reason to go to the Trafford Centre in Manchester and that is to go to Carluccio’s for some nice gluten-free pasta. The place was designed straight out of the if it’s got crap statues on it, then it must be good school of architecture.
The Trafford Centre
Look at them all around the roof.
At least I had a chance to take a picture of the Lotus in the car park.
Lotus Elan at Trafford Centre
I’d been to the Trafford Centre before and then I’d tried to buy something in Selfridges. So I’d asked where the Store Directory was and was told that they didn’t have one. Either the girl was having me on or they have one of the most warped marketing philosophies I’ve ever heard of. And then there was the shop where I wanted to buy some new shoes for real tennis. I use indoor court shoes and he couldn’t show me anything at all, so I left.
No wonder retail is in meltdown with methods and training like that!
But still on this visit, I saw some wannabe footballers wives preening themselves outside the restaurant. I didn’t like the pink stilettos.
The Anonymous Widower 