When it comes to home furnishings I really can’t be bothered. It’s all transitory, I say, echoing the character of — yes — Jesus in the immortal work of Tim Rice and Andrew Lloyd Webber’s JESUSCHRISTSUPERSTAR. But seriously, who cares about that stuff? The only thing that gives me pause when it comes to cheap home furnishings are the stickers indicating origins, but then I’m only very rarely so flush that I can give a s*** either way. Glickman’s is, hands down, my favourite Jewish owned, Muslim operated hardware/homeware shop in London. It helps that it’s steps from my flat, but then that’s exactly what makes shops like this handy and loveable, non? My entire kitchen is fitted in a combination of Glickmans and the Watney Market Charity Shop. I wouldn’t have it any other way. The real payoff, though, are the staff, who are so quietly charming it nearly breaks my heart. I always want to chat more but then I wonder if I might be crossing some kind of line. No matter. I know we’re good friends, and they know by the frequency of my visits that I value them endlessly.