I’ve never been much a fan of The Disney Store. The whole dayglo plastic thing. Why aren’t kids into plush leather and candlelight? I remember being underwhelmed by it even when I was young, when I visited after it finally arrived here. I think I was too old, nine perhaps. But the place was supposed to be magical, that was the information I had, and I wanted to see. I remember lurking on the high street in the drizzle and building up the courage to go in, then feeling like an imposter inside. A member of staff had her eye on me I recall. I kept picking up all the luxury price-tagged crap and looking it over, willing it to be wonderful. It wasn’t obviously. I felt disillusioned for sure.