Lawdy lawdy lawdy, GET OVER YOURSELF. Stepping into Louis Vuitton is like walking into a crowd of…read morecheerleaders when you're one of the geeks. When I first went in, a friend with too much spending money actually went in for a bonafide gander in the branch that specialises in over priced dog shyte holders for a birthday gift from her to herself, in the form of a handbag. My response, "you're off your rocker", despite the ridiculous price tag the quality of the leather in these bullions with handles is exquisite, however, when you've got pop trash across the globe carting one of these bad boys around in the crook of their arm, it screams to me "run the other way". Anyhoo discourage her I could not, so on we ventured, if looks of derision could kill we'd have been dead where we stood, and from that moment on I willed any one of the sales assistants, yes people sales assistants, you're sales assistants, not mocking it, I've been one myself, but that's what you are, you run around chasing sales and assist. End of story. Oh right I was willing, I was willing one of the slick Rick's to hit a patch of their own fallen hair gel and splat on their rear end. Sadly this did not come to pass, but as one of the Ricks went up a step ladder to fetch a large suitcase, half of me wanted him to fall, the other half wanted to push. I didn't. I was good. Friend on the verge of being mortified if I opened my mouth did her best to press on with her enquiry, and she did so elegantly, she was torn between two and said she'd think about it, wanting to check out Harvey Nics for alternatives to LV. Out of pure principal I urged her to go Donna Karan before she went Vuitton. Anything to avoid unworthy commission to one of the smug assistants. As I said, the brand is beautifully crafted, and the leather is exquisite, but with snotty sales assistants and celebrity endorsements, you start to wonder what's a help and what's a hindrance.