After four weeks of hanging round, we thought we'd come to know the place reasonably well, if not quite intimately. So when it came to buying a few simple household items it should have been a doddle.
After an hour or so of searching the likely shops, we finally stopped at the bookshop and enquired if there was anywhere at all nearby that was likely to sell blank CD's.
The delightfully groomed young lady adopted her most purposeful expression, carefully composing her reply so as not to be misunderstood by the foreigner who stood opposite:
"Nar", she replied,
"You won't get nuffink practical in the shops in Greenwich."
As a person who could learn to enjoy sleeping in red pirate long-johns (for girls) complete with a thing called a "pirate cape", I beg to differ.
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