Paris. Milan. New York. Worksop. At present we might not be mentioned in the same breath as those other three, but it is my dream that one day Worksop will be famous for its fashion houses.
Because let’s face it, we haven’t got any decent clothes shops have we?
Worksop chic comprises of stained tracksuit bottoms or leggings, matched with a hooded top or ill fitting vest soaked with the aroma of stale cigarette smoke.
It’s not good enough.
You wouldn’t see me dressing like that. But I have to go further afield to get my refined, distinguished, and debonair look.
But to be honest, I quite resent having to traipse over to Sheffield, Nottingham, or even down to London to kit myself out with these designer labels.
Also, the parole conditions and electronic tags of many Worksop folk mean it is simply not practical (or legal) for them to head over to Meadowhall.
This means the mountain has to come to Mohammed.
The major fashion retailers have to come here.
I want Prada. I want Versace.
It’s important how people look, how people dress.
No one does more for Worksop than me, and that’s why I feel so strongly about this issue.
I want to raise aspirations, lift the profile of the town. Drag it out of the doldrums.
We need some real entrepreneurial vision and ambition.
There are plenty of empty or moribund shop units on the high street that could be utilised.
You can get some smartish stuff at Burtons or Greenwoods but that’s about as good as it gets in Worksop.
Some of the others just seem to cater for the cheaper end of the market or chavs.
And I’m not the only one who feel strongly about this issue. What I tweeted about this the other day everyone agreed with me about the total lack of decent fashion outlets.
Let’s make Worksop the fashion capital of Notts. Who’s with me?