Monday, 11 August 2008
The Lush Enigma
I posted some while back, on t'other blog, on the mysterious spread of 'Cornish pasty' outlets across the land - doubly mysterious as nobody ever seemed to buy the product (apart from the odd sociopath with the aim of stinking out a railway/Tube carriage). Another retail presence I'm finding equally baffling is that of an apparently wildly successful chain called Lush, which sells huge, misshapen hunks of garishly coloured, foul-smelling soaps, whose emanations scent the high street air in a most unpleasant fashion (yes, worse than Body Shop). I have seen people going in and out of these shops without apparent respiratory distress, and even buying stuff - heaven knows what for. I suspect Lush products exist largely to serve the purpose of unwanted gifts (an essential category in British life) - to sit around in other people's bathrooms, unfeasibly shaped and constituted, useless and unusable, gathering dust, fouling the air, awaiting the day when, with a faint disgusted sigh, they are thrown out.