'Are You Being Served', most would agree, disseminated a fairly rose-tinted view of the department store. If you hear one of the shop assistants in Westgate talking about their pussy it's probably not a beloved cat they are referring to. Of course they would be; the word now only has undertones of 'cat' where it used to be the opposite way round. But back to Westgate. Though there might not be any Mr. Humphries or Mrs. Slocombe characters bouncing around the shop floor the place does reek of a former era, when men were men and wore kipper ties.
The menswear section features racks of trousers in various shades of beige and hangers of navy blazers (there are some Barbour jackets amongst the blandery but the range is small and very expensive.) There is some indulgence of the 'yoof' market with a concession selling various coloured oxford pumps, jeans and t-shirts by Bck & Hrsy and Ringspun. The women's fashion department seems to have a similar issue to the mens, with stands from Ann Harvey and Playboy and seemingly nothing in between.
Elsewhere in the store, the bedding and homeware department is filled with the sort of chintz that's not even cool in an ironic retro sort of a way and the electronics department is filled with desirable enough items but which are so highly priced I can't imagine anyone would bother. And this is the problem with Westgate; a lot here is simply outdated and what isn't is too expensive to consider. read more