I had the ‘pleasure’ of working at D&P as a Saturday job.
It was like Grace Brothers. Frank was the old guy, the suede head was the youngster, can’t remember his name. Then there was the lady who sat in the cash booth near the front door. Boys’ dept to the left, girls’ to the right.
I was forever ever packing and unpacking shirts and jumpers in their cellophane packaging when mummies wanted their little angels to try on half a dozen different ones before deciding.
Lunch and and tea breaks were in the rat-infested basement.
I got got sacked