When I first moved to London I stayed in the wilds of South London, past the End of the Tube. I still go there to get my shows sorted. There’s this asian guy, super friendly, doesn’t speak a whole lot of english(but communicates fine). New heels? New soles? No problem. I don’t know what he uses– it may be some sort of banned substance– but they wear forever and have great grip, even on the ice of the Great Winter Icing of ’10. I think he’s about £1 more than going to Timpson, but my heels last easily twice as long. Plus, he’s nice.