Asset.. I'm not slagging off nice things. I like nice things. In fact, I really like nice things. I go out of my way to find them though, rather than flicking through 'Wallpaper', watching Grand Designs and then nipping down Mrs R to 'live the dream'. Such shops are like interior-design versions of those 'GET THE LOOK!!' pages in Grazia/Chat/Heat/Blah magazine. Here's a puzzler. You pop down Mrs R and buy a 'retro!!' sputnik chandelier. It cost a few hundred quid. By the time you get it home, it's worth zilch quid. It looks a bit new and rubbish, but it obviously cost a bob or two so you're happy. or You take ten minutes to find one of the countless 60s/70s sputnikky chandeliers. It costs a few hundred quid. By the time you get it home, it's still worth a few hundred quid. It's got a bit of character and charm and you don't see the same one hanging-up next door. And you found it, so that makes you feel kinda chirpy. As Graham from 'Blind Date' would say.. "The decision.. is yours!"