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Oh Lord Won’t You Buy Me A Mercedes Benz – Janis Joplin
I ushered him out, pulled down the blinds, locked the door, and joined him in the back of his car. It smelt of leather, money, and influence. I reckoned he could have easily afforded a Rolls-Royce, but maybe he didn’t want to show off his wealth too much. Black man with too much money. Still not a good look in our part of the world.
The Mercedes ran smoothly through the end of rush hour streets, and soon we were in the car park of his flagship store in Brixton. We got out and returned to the real world.
We walked through the store towards the back. John was greeted by every staff member, who to a man and woman wore their COFFEY SHOPS t-shirts or sweats, and called him either Sir, Boss or John, depending on their seniority or le
