Now don't tease.
Had they been there, around Poultry or that neck of the woods, I might have put my nose in just to see if any of the sales people were trained in the same school of stupidity as those in London. Also to have a laugh at their overpriced Chinese knitwear.
The two times I went into BB in London, I was essentially sneared at down the nose Kenneth Williams style. Their fits were crazy, so I'd go and spend well in other places. Daft.
The thing to do, of course, was make your way to either Russell or Chiltern Street, depending on when we're talking about, and seek out those lovely vintage pieces that cropped up. You'd always be pointed in the right direction.