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This whole having to look smart for the new job thing has a couple of interesting side effects. Popping into Enfield this lunchtime to pick up a new toaster for Sal (admittedly perhaps not the most romantic gift I have ever purchased), I was asked by a fellow shopper for advice on her deep-fat fryer purchase. To which I had to point out that I didn’t actually work there.

I’m not quite sure what went wrong when I bought the new shirts, but I can’t say that department store assistant was quite the look I was going for…