Nasty place for the rich to come and get fleeced. I went here just before Christmas, as my girlfriend was struggling to find the perfect handbag for her mother and starting to look like throwing a fit. So, I entered this House of Fraser hopeful that if it was going to do one thing well, it would be women's accessories. No, first of all you have to battle the lines of perfume counters, then try to work out where the bloody hell each department is, all the while being walked over by people who drive Range Rovers in a city and not receiving an apology, only to find that it's full of overpriced blandness. I eventually found some bags, but at over £500 for a bit of cowhide, I quickly left. read more