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I abhor queuing, but I did at Palace

Palace manages a cheer and a sense of wonder that Supreme often lacks.

The store itself had ample breathing room: high ceilings, sleek materials, clothing racks that oozed dignified European glitz. T-shirts, hoodies, tracksuits, caps - you know the routine.

I AM older now, but even when I wasn't, I abhorred a queue. Time is finite, and meaningful. Queues are repudiations of that meaning. Certainly, there are things worth waiting for - a slice at Di Fara? a Lisa Vanderpump book signing? - but they are few and far between and, in truth, rarely as...