Nikita, Dave and David
by Wilson Neate

I had undertaken employment in the menswear department at Fenwick’s in the Brent Cross Shopping Centre. My co-workers and I considered our positions there to be interim engagements. We, of course, didn’t need these jobs. They were beneath us. We were just biding our time until we moved on to the greater things we envisaged for ourselves. We were going places. Eventually.