To all you old Rochester lads & lasses, looking for the name of the haberdashers in Victoria Street. It was on the left hand side looking towards Star Hill from the bottom of East Row. You went up three steps to enter the premises, inside you went back thirty years, small cane chairs for the customers, everything in neat wooden trays and a wonderful old Grandfather clock in the corner.
My mother bought her corsets there, a wonderful construction of whale bone, yards of pink lace all topped (or bottomed off by a set of suspenders designed to support a battleship.