I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality

So Mark took us to a EAT SOUP place for lunch today, and there was no toilet. The perfect excuse to cross the street and go into Harrods and see if it's as shitty as daf said the day before.

I expected Harrods to be something similar to the Spanish El Corte Inglés, but I was totally surprised by what I found out. The first area I was in when I entered the huge building was the "Luxury articles" department, full of jewels and stinking parfumes. I kept walking towards the inside, randomly looking for a toilet. Not finding one too easily in the first floor, I took a tiny staircase and started going up and up. As I visited more floors, I realised the organisation of the shop is quite chaotic. You could find the carpet department just next to the pianos, which was a huge area filled up with pianos and people trying them. I also found modern and classic furniture, electronics and other random departments here and there, but the toilet was nowhere to be found, despite some of the exits did have indications for nearby toilets.

In the 4th floor, though, I picked up a good trail. The Luxury Washrooms were clearly what I needed. A few minutes later, the luxury washrooms were nowhere to be seen. Eventually I thought I had mixed things up, and that what I had seen was an indication to the "luxury washroom items" department or whatever, but suddenly, there it was: Men's Luxury Washroom.

As I had taken more than five minutes to find the place, I guess I was in a hurry because the rest would be about to leave EAT. I approached the entrance, and was puzzled by a guy sitting on a chair nearby rushing to open the door for me. Suspicious. I quickly went in, while I thought that having a dude that opens your toilet door most probably meant giving tips when you exit. Well, I didn't have a single coin with me, so that would be a problem. I had a glance at the place, and there was nothing luxurious at all in the toilet. I really wonder what makes it luxurious, besides someone opening the door for you...

Seconds later, the guy was behind me, with a "dude, you owe me something" look in his face. Carlos came to the rescue in that precise moment, when he phoned to ask me where the hell was I. When the phone started ringing, I said "oh fuck", trying to sound worried, and rushed out again, not having completed my mission.

In short, Harrods sucks, daf already told me. The decoration is horrendous, and it seems they try to give this impression of expensive store, while much of the stuff they sell is crappy or average anyway. The Egyptian Staircase was the worst of all, totally out of place. Now I know there's an equally horrible fountain dedicated to Lady Diana and Dodi. Too bad I couldn't find that bit in the maze...