We went to the new Westfield in Stratford today. It was very busy. And it doesn’t have any good clothes shops. And most of the people in there are gang affiliated. And there was a queue 20 deep for Pizza Express. FOR PIZZA EXPRESS. Nothing in there bears any resemblance to proper East London – and of course, by “proper” I mean the East London of art galleries, haircuts and skinny jeans (not the East London of Pearly Queens, Leyton Orient and raffles in the pub for prizes of meat).
Having said all that, there is a very nice John Lewis and there’s very convenient parking for Waitrose. Which is great if you’re as middle-aged as Katie and I clearly are.
Katie wears a lovely French Connection poncho coat thing. Doesn’t she look adorable? Got to dash – it’s wine and X-Factor time innit.