Crum W & Sons

This family have saved me on two occasions now — once when the inside layer of glass from the oven door became unattached and once when the grill element blew.
They can also fit some parts so fitted our grill element because I wouldn’t have a clue what to do.
They sell some accessories too and I bought a great stove-​top kettle a couple of years ago that’s still very much in use.
The guy is so lovely and really knows his stuff.
Can’t recommend this place enough!

More in the interests of reviewing than needing new electrical equipment, I engaged the staff in a discussion of the merits of certain brands and products– since Crum does repairs, they have a really good working knowledge of electrical products. Pretty quickly, my attitude to white goods (which used to be– what do they have in the local shop) was exposed. Crum is a storehouse of information, and explained why it was that my floors never quite got that freshly hoovered smell– and I won’t be buying from a convenient store next time. Of course, I came away coveting a proper fridge, but Crum at least have a good range of affordable but excellent items. A relief to visit an electrical store not staffed by bored assistants with a straight line of learned patter.

W. Crum & Sons is a longstanding family business, situated on the corner of High Street on the edge of Merchant City, selling and repairing electrical home goods. I ventured in here when I was on the hunt for a washing machine for my new flat, as I realised how unpractical it would be to continue carting my washing around to my mum’s forevermore, unfortunately.
I was welcomed in by the owner who was friendly and knowledgeable about all of the electrical appliances and helped me pick out a nice white washing machine that was within my budget. It was delivered to my door the very next day, complete with a year’s warranty. A great little locally owned business that prides itself on customer service and quality.

So here I was sitting in my new flat in Glasgow, smug. Except the carpets were boggin. Hummin. So I got out the lovely Dyson and began to hoover.
About half a second in, something small and round rolled across the floor, coming to an abrupt halt at the skirting board.
«Hahaha» thinks me, «What is that?» Oh wait, it’s the feckin wheel. One wheeled Dysons don’t do the job.
Off we toddle down to W. Crum & Sons to buy a new hoover. It’s at the end of a fairly scary-​looking row of shops at the eastern edge of Strathclyde uni’s campus. In the windows prices are trumpeted in neon starbursts. It’s a friendly wee shop, selling washing machines, cookers, hoovers, dishwashers and other such very boring but very necessary stuff. It specialises in repairs though, and it seems that is their main line of business. It is perhaps not as cheap as the likes of Argos, but I would rather spend an extra few quid if it’s somewhere local. Especially when it’s the letting agents’ money and not mine.