Malling it over

I’m sat in a large, leather armchair, next to an expensive coffee table, on a plush carpet. The odd thing is that I’m sat in the middle of a shopping mall. Lorna described good US malls as being “a bit like Bluewater” which is like describing a Renault M�gane as being “a bit like a Porsche”. Frankly, this little rest area puts my front room to shame. It makes it look positively tawdry.

Oh, and there’s valet parking for about the price of an hour in a London car park.

No wonder America is a society of rampant consumerism. They’re just so damn good at making it fun.