Posts Tagged ‘Soho’

Snoho

Chris Quigley - February 2nd, 2009

The Team Rubber London base was one of the only signs of life in Soho today. Snow had drenched London in a beautiful blanket of powder about 8 inches deep. Getting back into town last night, the taxi I took from Paddington did a 560 spin on Wigmore Street. Half of Oxford Street shut at 4pm and the Supermarkets and cafe’s have pretty empty shelves as none of their deliveries arrived. However, our trusty milkman arrived at our door on time, and the kids upstairs had built this fantastic fag smoking snowman outside our door. And everyone you see on the street has a massive childish grin on their face! (N.B. this was written by Matt not Chris Q – Matt’s a divo and lost his password for the blog so I’m his blog writing assistant extrordinaire . . .)

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Barcode porn

Chris Quigley - November 19th, 2008

I’ve worked in Soho for around 2 years now – and surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) I’ve never been into a porn shop.

Until today.

After finally finding out of how to make book barcodes (for aMap), and buying the software to create them, I then discovered that there are two types of barcode, and wasn’t quite sure which one to use.

Given that we’re surrounded by bookshops on the Charing Cross Road I thought it would be a good idea to pop along to one of them and ask them which was the correct barcode to use for books.

Having been initially failed by the sales desk lady at Foyles, I headed across the road to the Soho Bookshop (one of the last independent bookshops in Soho – which sells mainstream books on one level, and then has a porn section in the basement). The sales lady in the Soho Bookshop didn’t know anything about barcodes, but said her manager might – who worked in the basement (obviously).  So I boldly descended into the basement, passed walls of porn mags and a carefully constructed butt-plug display, to find the manager standing at the sales desk.  Carefully putting my example barcodes on the till desk – adorned by a montage of giant cocks and the like – I explained my barcode dilemma to discover he knew nothing about barcodes (again)- but that if I wanted a porno, they had a great 2-4-1 offer . . .

So emerging from the basement barcode in hand (and porn free), I headed over to Borders to see if they knew their barcodes.  And thankfully they did.  Without a cock or butt-plug in sight, the nice Borders lady advised me on which was the correct barcode for books – which was a relief.