“Thanks, Derek, so nice of you to say so.”
“f**k off,” he said bluntly. “Do you wanna know about the clobber or not?”
“OK, what’s the deal?”
“A mate of mine has a warehouse over in Kegworth that stores remaindered clothes that the big shops need to move on. He distributes it to discount outlets and charity shops and stuff.”
“Charity shops? I’m not that desperate!” I protested.
“Just listen will you?” Derek persisted. “This is good stuff – Armani, Jaeger, Hugo Boss – it’s all designer clothes, and genuine labels too, not fakes. It’s just that it’s last season’s fashion.”
“OK, but even if it’s well discounted it’s still probably outside my price range,” I pointed out.
“I haven’t told you the good bit yet. In that heavy rain we had last night his roof sprung a leak. A load of stock w
