This is the start of the January sales at Arnott's in Glasgow in 1980 when special offers were salted throughout the store and folk queued up for hours so that they could get the object of their desires. The young chap at the front is even wearing trainers presumably to help him race to his bargain. They could have opened more than one door mind you in order to stop the chap in the cap getting squashed.

Some folk dismissed Arnott's on Argyle Street as merely the poor man's Fraser's but I always remember the pubs around there being infused with glamour when the make-up caked girls from Arnott's perfume counters came in for an after-work drink.

The gag told was of the officious manager at rival Lewis's overhearing an assistant telling a customer that she could "get it at Arnott's". He swooped in and said whatever it was, she could definitely get it at Lewis's, and what did she want. "The 44 bus," replied the customer.