With it’s tacky sign, cheap plastic shoes and tawdry customers, this place has been an ongoing joke amongst friends for some time, and, a guilty pleasure, because in truth you can actually pick up a decent pair of shoes. You have to bypass the stacks of ten inch shiny plastic stilleto heels, faux leather groin-high hooker boots and drag queen strappies but you will find a pair, mixed in, seemingly accidentally amongst the tat, and, unlike in all those posh, expensive shoe shops that look down their toes at bargain buckets like this, you’ll be able to buy them guilt-free, albeit a little surreptiously.