Mi name Varon, come London 1948. The real ting never lose value. Mi live top floor above de shop, but it scratch, it creak, but it solid. Young ones buy, throw away fast. Step in Portobello, you see retro sofa pile high. Not factory shine, chair unusual but dem carry London inside. When Notting Hill riot cool down, Armchair pass from father to son. Every spring hold laugh and cry. Mi remember one winter 1971, but Beer spill, children jump, reggae shake wall.

Dat sofa still in mi memory. Postcode tell story too. Belgravia love polish, wid plush sofa. Shoreditch wild, wid funky old frame. All dem catalogue chair? Dem carry no story. Vintage chair carry life. Mi speak plain, leather chair retro mi take scarred sofa over glossy fake. If you tink to buy quick, dig through retro, and luxury lounge seating watch it age same way as you.