Jones Bootmakers

Buying shoes is one of life’s bores… unless you happen to be a squillionaire and can waft into designer boutiques while a fragranced, immaculately coiffured assistant caresses your soles with only the finest Jimmy Choos.
For us mere mortals though it’s back-​breaking, malodorous work. Not only must you force your trotters into shoes tainted by 30 others, but put on a moist, much-​used popsock in the process. Oh, and do they have your size? Of course not.
So, if you hate this process as much as I do, run as far as your wedges allow from this branch of Jones. It’s so laughably badly designed and unpleasant to shop in (especially during a sale), that it’s a wonder they sell anything.
It’s essentially a corridor, carefully measured so that it’s only wide enough for one person on each side of a display (with next-​to-​no sitting space). Hence it’s virtually impossible to try anything on as this requires you to stand, balance on one foot and stick your bum/​arm/​leg out without bashing some other poor punter who will no doubt be passing.
Mirrors are virtually non-​existent too. It’s shoe hell.