Henleys

As you walk into Henleys, the luxury sporting clothes shop, you are happy-​slapped in the face by a wall of noise blasting from the sound system. Head-​banging garage choons, which I think are designed to confuse and disorientate you into spending all your hard-​earned dough. At least that’s what I hope — because if there was no clever psychology behind it, it was just extremely off-​putting.
As for the clothes, it’s a Paris-​Hilton-​cum-​Vicky-​Pollard dream. Velour, hoodies and diamanté bling are splashed all across the store as well as t-​shirts, jumpers and dresses all unashamedly sporting the Henleys name across the front. The boys section was a lot more interesting than the girls, with preppy American sweaters and Ralph Lauren style shirts. The boys behind the till were too-​cool-​for-​school (or Henleys for that matter) and barely acknowledged the people they were serving.
Not a fan!