Life and pondering the merits of a NO REFUND CULTURE
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Omniumgatherum: December and all things Christmas
Dec 19th
As I hit ‘publish’ on my last post I realised that this it was my first of December – poor form Mr Crump. The reason for this being that this month has been ridiculously busy both at work and at play. I have literally not had an time to tap away on a keyboard the way I enjoy doing.
So as I find myself with a spare moment to ponder the highlights of December I shall get tapping…
Make mine a pine: ‘Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, how lovely are your branches’. I really am someone who loves Christmas and for me the highlight is the Christmas tree. If I have bumped into you over the last few weeks I will have shown you this video of our tree a twinkling on my iPhone:
I just love the whole thing of dragging the tree into the house, getting out the decorations (plus buying new ones every year) and the whole process of lights, plugs, tree stand. It takes hours and I enjoy every minute. We couldn’t find the Christmas CDs so Chad selected Holst’s ‘The Planets’ (if you don’t know it think Star Wars orchestral score and you aren’t far off) for us to listen to as we debated whether various styles of baubles were equally spaced out. Fun I hear you ask? Oh yes I retort.
Food, food and more food. I’ve eaten out so many times this month (nearly every day and sometimes twice in a day) that I think I might pop. Highlights of my gastro-odyssey have all been courtesy of Mr Gordon Ramsey. He knows how to put together a restaurant. I went to The York and Albany a few times this month and had my first visit, last night, to Maze Grill which was fantastic. We ate at the chef’s table – known as the Butcher’s Block – which meant we had a full view of the kitchen, the chefs came and explained the food to us and two of the team even went into the kitchen to flame some amazing cuts of beef. If you are a veggie then close your ears… I’ve never eaten such good (and so many different types of steak). It was totally yummy and the doggy bag (catty bag) that I brought back for Sophie went down a treat.
I really do love a Christmas carol. We have our annual friend’s gathering to sing festive songs later on today. We all stand around a piano and sing along having consumed lots of bubbles and mulled wine. We even have homemade song books courtesy of Rhian – she is a miracle worker that girl. Chad and I also going to the Royal Albert Hall on Monday night to hear the King’s College Choir ‘do Christmas’. How marvellous.
Snow panic: We had at least one whole centimetre of snow fall in London this week and you would have thought (from the media’s reaction) that the world was coming to an end. Guess what? It didn’t and us plucky Londoners managed to carry on regardless!
Rest, what rest? I have been working like a demon this month (which is brilliant) although I do look rubbish (dark circles under my eyes – which are easily concealed :+), as well as chubbier than I’d like as a result of restaurant fare). I literally cannot wait for the days between Christmas and New Year when I am planning to do NOTHING. (Un)fortunately from now until December 27, while work is nearly over I have a marathon of partying to do – it’s a tough job but someone has to do it.
Well there is my Christmas omnigatherum – it is a wonderful time of year – lots of reasons to be cheerful.
Merry Christmas one and all.
N x
No refund culture: Glass half full with a dash of Felicia
Nov 20th
This week I had some really great service…
On Wednesday I had to catch a train with some of the team to go off to a client meeting. I had booked my tickets on thetrainline.com in order to get a discount (up to 43 percent folks – so worth doing). At most stations there are booths for pre-paid ticket collection. I couldn’t find them at London Bridge so I wandered off to see if I could find a member of staff to get help. The chap I found was amazing – he walked me 20 metres to the correct booth and helped me make the selections on the touch screen. This guy loved his job – what a star (should have got his name).
At my favourite Camden coffee shop (EAT) gorgeous Felicia continues to be my ray of sunshine. She is a lovely lady with a booming voice, a big smile and always a kind word to say. My skinny latte and Felicia every morning sets me up for the day. Everyone needs a dash of Felicia with their coffee.
Where have you had brilliant service recently? Name and glorify please…
No refund culture: Clothes shopping heaven, clothes shopping hell
Nov 15th
Yesterday as the rain and wind lashed London Chad and I decided to go hit Westfield – the latest (and pretty much only) mega mall in our fair capital. We got to avoid the foul weather (which by the way continues today) and I was on a mission to revamp my wardrobe (too many things with holes in them is my excuse). It really struck me how different the retail experience can be going from shop to shop.
The way a shop looks, the way clothes are presented, your experience of the fitting rooms and the interaction with the staff make such a big difference to what you buy…
The way the shop looks, or to use the correct term (according to Chad who works in fashion), the shop fit, does make a massive difference to how long you want to hang out in a shop. Now Westfield is a very smart mall and as a result the shops housed in this retail mecca are, I am guessing, the retailers ‘ideal’ shop fit. Other than the retailers flagship store (that may or may not be in London) they are really setting out to sell the brand to its full potential.
So my shop fit observations from yesterday are…
Ted Baker– a cool shop, really quirky little collections of objects (such as old fashioned prize cups and glass jars) that make you want to hunt out gems from the clothing racks. I did really try to find something to buy in there – I really wanted to but couldn’t find anything I liked. But the way the shop looked created a real desire to want to. BOUGHT NOTHING BUT WANTED TO :+(
Pull and Bear – maybe I am just getting too old but it was far too dark in the shop for me. After five minutes of searching (longer than I would normally give it but Chad loves their stuff) I sacked it off as I was getting eye strain from trying to work out the colours. BOUGHT NOTHING AND WANTED TO GET OUT OF THE SHOP :+)
The way the clothes are displayed and the fitting room also make a massive difference…
Esprit – the men’s floor is nice and open with enough space so that you can stand back and see everything easily. One particular section had checked flannel-look shirts in great colours (plum, grey and olive green). Now this is a look that I have never considered for myself before (I am all about the stripe). I took it all in, said to Chad: ‘I really like this but I think I’m too old for it’, walked away and then as we walked out of the store and did a U-turn. I went back to the display, picked two shirts, tried them on in the decent sized fitting room and loved them both. BOUGHT TWO SHIRTS WHICH CAUGHT MY EYE BECAUSE OF THE DISPLAY :+)
Gap – not sure why they ended up with such a small shop (not usual for them) but they have crammed the clothes in to the rafters – the men’s section is rubbish at Westfield. I went in to get some t-shirts to go under my new checked shirts (that’s the look you know – which the display and Chad had taught me!). Gap actually had three perfect coloured t-shirts – but I had to fight to find them (tucked away on silly little shelves). BOUGHT THREE T-SHIRTS BUT GOT HOT UNDER THE COLLAR DOING SO :+(
Zara – well the menswear section looked like a bleeding jumble sale – just piles and piles of messy clothes. The big problem here is that nearly half of the clothes are folded in piles on high shelves above the hanging rails. So to see what the item is you have to take it off the shelf, unravel it – take a look and then you plonk it back disappointed on the shelf. I probably unwrapped about thirty items in my hunt (multiply this up with other ‘hunters’ and you get the aforementioned jumble sale). This is a really annoying way to display clothes – you get so frustrated.
The reason that I went in Zara was that when I was in Hong Kong last week I managed to get to some shops before the flight home. The Zara store in HK was huge – really nicely displayed, all in clear sections, one of which screamed ‘Neil’ and hey presto I bought quite a few things. The Westfield Zara is a total disaster. Again, like Gap the menswear section is too small to have everything in it – plus the fitting rooms are totally rubbish. The cubicle it totally inadequate: too small, it only has two or three rubbish hooks and no chair or even a ledge to put your own clothes on (so you have to dump your own clothing on the floor!). This leads me to…
How a shop assistant can make a BIG difference (for good or bad!)…
Zara (continued) – there were LOADS of staff in Zara, and most of them seemed more interested in chatting to each other than (a) tidying up the mass of clothes flung all over the place, (b) helping customers. I asked the girl on the fitting room if they had any more colours of the cotton cardigan I was wearing (purchased in HK). She just huffed at me and told me: ‘to look on the shop floor for it – everything we have is out there’. Great, thanks love, nice work, what an ambassador for your employer. This made me REALLY cross and I wanted to exit the shop immediately but I had a really nice t-shirt in my hand that I wanted and Chad had already selected a chunky Nordic looking (ugly – but apparently this is a good look) jumper. So we go in the queue of four people and waited ages to be served, the reason being that the chaps on the till where more interested in talking to each other (actually about shop stuff) but it meant they just ignored the customer – poor form. BOUGHT A T-SHIRT (AND THE UGLY JUMPER FOR CHAD) BUT LEFT THE SHOP FEELING REALLY ANGRY AND BADLY TREATED :+((
Interestingly Chad kept seeing ‘ugly’ jumpers in all the other shops and we kept on trying to decide whether the ones we were seeing were better than the Zara one. In the end the decision was that the Zara jumper won (and hence wasn’t returned) – but the experience that we had in Zara almost made us want to replace it.
Now you might be asking: did anyone (other than Esprit) actually get it right on this shopping trip or is this just a rant Mr Crump? Well I am pleased to say a big bouncy yes. A new brand that I have never heard of called…
COS – this is a new find for me and I am SO happy about it. I loved nearly every piece of clothing in there. I will be going back lots – I even signed-up to their mailing list so that they can keep in contact – I want to know more about them. Why? Well as I said I really liked the clothes which is clearly the number one factor but the whole experience was a total pleasure. Nearly all (I think it might have been all) the clothes are on hangers which meant you could just flick through them really easily – they are all kept in size order going from small to extra large – excellent. The fitting room had plenty of room. The shop assistants were really helpful and the stunning lady on the till was a breath of fresh air and chatted to me about the brand (they are Swedish [turns out they are owned by H&M], they have other stores on Regents Street etc) – she promptly me to sign up for the mailing list. It was a brilliant clothes shopping experience. BOUGHT A PAIR OF TROUSERS, A CARDIGAN, A T-SHIRT, TWO SHIRTS AND SKIPPED OUT OF THE SHOP WITH A HUGE SMILE ON MY FACE :+)) :+))
So there you go folks. Sometimes you buy things in shops because you have to – the item wins out, but with my no refund culture hat on:
- New brands can excite you – tell you what they are about and make you just want to hang out with them. I am really interested to find out what the e-communications experience with Cos is going to be like (I really want them to be great)
- Established brands that disappoint might get a sale but you aren’t going to run back to engage with them – the Gap experience was not good. I know that they do ‘battery’ clothing but this store is nothing like the normal ones – too small, too crammed and reminds you that the item that you just bought is also being worn by about a million other people around the world
- Poor customer service has the power to elicit powerful emotions. One rotten apple (or a whole bowl of them as in one of the examples above) makes a massive difference.
Interestingly Mary Portas (known as Mary Queen of Shops here in the UK) did the PR launch of Westfield with her agency Yellow Door (not sure if they still look after them). She is a retail strategy guru who has had TV shows looking at the topics I have mentioned in this post.
She also did a great programme looking at charity retailing – attempting to lift the charity shop from dusty to lusty. As a result of this show I actually pop into my local charity shop now to try and look for gems (although my Oxfam in Camden looks good it has rubbish stock). This was actually the main thrust of her mission: better stock equals more customer pull equals more sales at a higher price which means, abracadabra, more money for the charity. Well I have been through my wardrobe (adding in my new culls) and undertaken a big purge. So my cast-offs (that included three Hugo Boss shirts that I have never worn) are destined for Oxfam on Camden High Street tomorrow – someone might like them.
Anyway I’m off to find out more about COS on the interweb… woo hoo.
Modern living: From non-believer to apostle – the iPhone journey
Nov 14th
A month or so ago I was having a great Sunday lunch at the home of my business partner (Claire) and her partner (Richard) produced his shiny new iPhone and started to rave about it. So I had a proper play and suddenly pronounced: ‘I want one’…
A few of my friends have had an iPhones for ages (Ed and Jon were early adopters – Jon is an original Apple disciple) and I didn’t get what all the fuss was about:
- Yes the turning screen thing was interesting
- Yes the Zippo app was fun (if you were at a concert)
- Yes the flicking through photos was cool
But my BlackBerry Curve took photos, had a browser, could locate me on a map, let me read my emails and, oh yes, I could even make and receive telephone calls. So I pottered along in blissful ignorance and even engaged in some low energy debates with some friends on the topic which went along the lines of…
- iPhone advocate friend: ‘But the iPhone does X’
- Me: ‘My BlackBerry does X as well’
- Friend: But the iPhone does Y’
- …you get the picture
As a result I got increasingly sceptical about the iPhone and more entrenched in my belief that these poor iPeople had been brainwashed by powerful and subliminal Apple marketing.
So on the Monday after my pronouncement of ‘I want one’ I ordered an iPhone3GS. It arrived (in stunning packaging) a few days later and within a week I was up and running on it – I had a few problems with the SIM card and set up (02 inaccurate customer service advice to blame – although lady on call number three knew her stuff and got me all sorted).
It has been a life changer and I cannot believe that I resisted the shift from BlackBerry for so long.
Now I appreciate that stating that a gadget has ‘changed my life’ might seen a little over the top. I acknowledge that by nature I am prone to being 100 percent for or against something (I like to think that I am a Ying ‘n Yanger – balance gets in there somehow!) but this beautifully designed bit of black plastic is genuinely amazing. Why?
- I have all my music on my phone (which has meant that I have listened to tracks I haven’t heard in ages which is ace)
- I get to listen to my favourite BBC radio 4 showsas podcasts (this was the bit that I missed the most about dropping my car journey to work)
- I now have a really easy to use way to update this blog, my company blog, run TweetDeck, manage my work email , plus my personal Google Mail (this is both convenient but also means that I don’t have to burn my legs with laptop resting on them all the time)
- Whizzing around London just got easy: with one click I can check my train times (brilliant TrainLine app) and find a tube station with one click (Nearest Tube app). If I get lost (as I did yesterday in the maze of roads in the West End) my phone tells we where I am in seconds and as it has compass so lets me know which way to walk
- It can even save me time: on recommendation I downloaded a brilliant app which lets you take a photo of a business card and it scans and puts it in your contacts in 10 seconds
Basically, all these simple little things all come together in the palm of your hand – and it does it really fast – a sea change to the painful lurch of my BlackBerry.
So here is my analogy comparing the two phones…
BlackBerry: Is like a sweet old building porter, he is efficient and always gets the job done, but he’s really slow and does things in an old fashioned way. He does know how to use the internet but if he needed to find you a decorator he would prefer to look it up in a paper telephone directory.
iPhone: Is a really good looking personal assistant, who is just on it and they just nail it every time. They work effortlessly – no fuss – no huffing and puffing. They get just get the job done and you get a buzz out of working with them, experiencing their energy.
Now things are not perfect in the world of iPhone:
- It has crashed on me once already (I was playing music, downloading a webpage and trying to take a photo at the same time)
- Keyboard typing is a bit tricky (especially if you have sausage fingers like me) – but if you turn the phone in a landscape orientation the keyboard gets wider and minimises the errors
- …but hey, even a super PA has an off moment – it’s all easily forgiven
So if you are in the running for a phone change I would encourage you to take the plunge into the iPhone world – it’s really great (and strangely spiritual) here.
Amen :+)
No Refund Culture: Not so Proud door policy (see 100% redemption update at end of post)
Jul 17th
It’s Friday night and a few of the office gang decided to pop out for a wrap-up the week drink. We decided to go to Proud – oh the irony.
Now Proud is a bit of a Camden institution and has shifted to another part of the market. It is now in a fantastic venue – with a huge dance floor / stage area and a great bar area in the old stables – all terribly cool. It is the last time I am going to pop in.
My colleague and I popped in at 7:27, while two others hung back and put in calls to get ‘passes’ for a few drinks from their respective partner. I had a look around and was really impressed by the decor and general ambience – the place was virtually empty this early in the evening so it was quick and easy to survey the general coolness. At 7:31 the other two hadn’t come in. So I dashed back to the door to find them haggling to get in without having to pay.
Apparently they charge to get in after 7:30, and despite the fact that the door dolly acknowledged that she saw them hanging out on the phone, and saw the advanced party go in she was insistent that they needed to pay (and was really rude in the process).
Guess what, no refund culture rules. Having asked her politely to reconsider and her saying no, I smiled and lead the gang away to another totally great bar – with no dopey door dolly. We spent at least £40 on a couple of rounds of drinks and then all went off on our merry way home.
I’m not going back to Proud – they won’t miss me, they don’t care. It might be cool, it might be a destination, but you know what they have competition. They have staff allowed to act stupidly and damage their business. You reap what you sow.
UPDATE (two days later): Over the weekend I got two emails from Alex at Proud Camden (plus see his comment below). Guess what PROUD DOES CARE. Basically a promoter pays £3,000 to hire the venue (and she is probably the lady on the door) and after 7:30 pm she is able to charge and earn back the large sum of money that she has invested. It was irritating to be on the end of this door policy but you can see the sense in it (we are in a major recession and this lady is being an entrepreneur and will need to make her money back). Thank you Alex at Proud for explaining this. Proud is clearly a venue that does care (a lot). Next time on a Friday after work drink we will need to get there earlier!
Crump learning:
I need to explain the ‘No Refund Culture” thing much more – it confused the hell out of Alex (I can see why). One good learning from this post is that given the opportunity to explain my Grump they did explain themselves and as a result I hold them in much higher regard than I did before – I will now make an effort to go to Proud – I loved the venue – the management clearly DO care – just got to see if they pour a good pint now ;+)
No Refund Culture: Brandtastic and when they aren’t
Jun 27th
A friend of mine, who also works in PR, showed my blog to her (lovely and very smart) boyfriend and he came across my post about my now dusty Cartier watch. He made a comment along the lines of “I like the way Neil writes, but he works in PR, doesn’t that mean that he should be all about the brand? I mean isn’t building brands what you guys do for a living?”
When I was told this I immediately got defensive (not too dramatically mind) and explained that my problem is not with brands themselves but rather when a brand lets you down, as Cartier did to me.
I have reread the Cartier watch post and can see that I might need to clarify my position a little. So thank you friend’s boyfriend for your insight. So here I go…
I do believe in the value of brands and yes part of what I do for a living is to build belief in them. I think that brands are powerful and by their very nature build loyalty – strong invisible ties that keep you coming back for more. They inspire us and give us a warm fuzzy glow when we interact with them.
Some of my favourites are:
- Clothes: Paul Smith, Nicole Farhi and Hugo Boss
- Electrical stuff: Sony , Toshiba and Miele
- Food: Sainsbury and Prêt-a-Manger
- Department stores: John Lewis
- Skin care: Clarins
- Cars: Mercedes Benz
- Sports clothing: Nike
This then extends into countries (Italy, Spain, Thailand and India), artists (Chris Bush), where I like to go and see films (Vue), the ice cream I love (Haagen Dazs) and even bins (Brabantia) I buy for my home (I’ve got three of them).
So I am an official brand lover and from my list of brands above you will have already got a feel for me as a person – drawing from your experience (whether as a fellow brand devotee or just having seen marketing relating to that brand such as an advert or maybe even an engaging viral). This short list of brands blends into a profile of me. Not all of me, not a definitive “yep I got this chap sussed” but more of a flavour.
Brands are about human interaction, they are built by organisations which are run by people and the consumer of that brand, who again are people, derive enjoyment from buying, visiting, using, etc, etc, etc, that brand.
As part of the brand experience there are always going to be times when a product lets you down – it’s normal, things break, they are after all just stuff, and stuff is fallible. I can cope when something screws up. What I hate is when something does go wrong and you give the brand an opportunity to correct it, and following this plea the response is “bugger off”. They don’t try and keep you, they just spit you out. This is the problem with brands that don’t live up to the proposition, as Cartier did in my experience, where a ‘lifetime guarantee’ guaranteed absolutely nothing. We want brands (with all our heart) to deliver on the promise.
As the saying goes ‘To err is human’, and when we make an error we should apologies where necessary and strive to get it right. This is what great brands do (I will maybe post some more on great brand experiences in the future). The very process of correcting a problem reinforces our belief that our decision to engage with the brand was a good one in the first place, building more trust, more loyalty.
Phew, that was a long post, I hope that I have explained myself a little better. Anyway I’m off for a Diet Coke now ;+))
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