Showing posts with label Wickes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wickes. Show all posts

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

RISE OF THE INDEPENDENT RETAILERS

Mary Portas - champion of the local independent retailer, broadcaster and general marketing guru - tweeted this this morning...

"To all Indie shops. The future has to be built on superb customer service, specialism and a great shopping experience. Embrace retail."

As usual, Mary's timing is perfect as Moben Kitchens, Kitchens Direct, Dolphin Bathrooms and Sharps Bedrooms are all reportedly going into administration.  This comes as no surprise to Ian and I, as we have had more than our fair share of experience with these companies, which contributed to how IKD came to be.  We believed - way back in 1992 - that there was a huge gap in the market for individual, personalised customer service built on trust, respect, honest pricing and a killer after sales service.  We were horrified with the glamorous sales promises, cheap over-priced products and dreadful, non-existent after sales care.

Of course the "sheds" (i.e.: B&Q, Wickes, Moben, Dolphin etc) left us standing in terms of showroom square footage, staffing and national advertising, but we continued to plug away, relentlessly building something solid on rock, rather than on the shifting sands of endless false promises. 

In our experience, and from the experiences of our many - many - disgruntled ex-shed conversions, the sheds threw money at advertising, but not on the customer's sales and service experience, or - unforgivably -  the end product.  This was never sustainable. 

We're also aware that high pressure sales were a common tactic, which again, offers only a short term gain at best.  With high pressure sales, you may hector the business from the customer this time, but follow that up with poor sales, service and products, and do you suppose they're ever going to come back to you?  Do you suppose they're ever going to recommend you you to anyone else?  No, in fact they're going to slowly destroy your reputation by telling their friends and family about their bad experiences and the poor value for money they received.  There's an old, old adage that says: a satisfied customer will tell 5 people that they're happy, but a dissatisfied customer will tell 15 that they're unhappy!

Repeat business and recommendations from elated customers has been a significant factor in how IKD has been able to thrive through the leaner times.  Don't get me wrong, we're still unable (and unwilling) to compete on the showroom square footage front, and we remain a small local independent retailer, but - dammit - you will receive no greater personalised service from anywhere else. 

We're small and mighty, like the atom! 

We fully support Mary Portas' campaign to help local independent firms thrive; after all, small businesses are the backbone of this country and the economy.  Personalised service, specialism and great customer experiences should always have been the way of the world, but now the sheds are dying one by one (and taking their automated service, manned by their cheap, inexperienced and disengaged workforce with them), I believe we have a great opportunity to see the rise - and rise - of the independents.

Monday, 8 November 2010

PREMIUM DELUXE DADDY HEARING

[Karan]:  NOTE TO SELF: If you ever come back in the next life, be sure to order yourself the Premium Deluxe version of Daddy Hearing, which will enable you to sleep through almost everything, but particularly your young son having a restless night.  Premium Deluxe Daddy Hearing will almost always result in someone else getting up to tend to the infant, so that you may ping open your eyelids and scratch yourself in the morning, whilst feeling fresh as a daisy.

How do men do this?  I say men but only sleep with the one, but my friends all have the same experience with Daddy Hearing; which is how I feel qualified to use the term men, plural.  It's so bloody infuriating and exhausting.

On a primal level I can understand how hunter-gatherer man needed his sleep to go and kill a brace of wild boar for dinner, whilst stay-at-home woman could sleep when the baby did during the day (HAH! - this never happens by the way).  So if we assume all of that to be true (thousands of years later!), can someone please explain to me how Himself can sleep soundly through James' restless night, but will spring out of bed like a scalded cat should someone dare walk past the house and give the car a - silent - sideways glance?  What does this say to you?

All joking aside, Ian has actually slept through an earthquake.  Obviously we live in England so our experience of an earthquake is very different to those in parts of America or Japan etc, but they're still worth waking up for don't you think?  I'm not talking about tremors; even I'd sleep through one of those, I'm talking about the one a little while ago originating from Lincolnshire that shook the whole house.  And Himself slept on, thinking I was winding him up when I woke him especially.

Ian's defence for all of this is that he's tired, a point I don't dispute; but it sort of implies that I'm not.  So perhaps it's just a Mummy Thing, perhaps I'm just programmed to hear the baby so that Himself can go a hunting and a gathering at Wickes and Machine Mart.  Perhaps it's just another in the long, long list of Mummy-Only priviliges; like taking the direct hit when the little darlings vomit so as to protect the carpet, which you know you're only going to have to clean if you don't!  Having another shower, or showers, is always preferable at stupid O'clock.  Oh the joys.

This picture is not of Ian (or James) by the way and whilst tempted as I may be; if this rather lovely specimen of hunter-gatherer sleeps through crying babies too, there seems little point in me upgrading.