The Deal

A post-work run = the two bottles of beer I just bought.

So off I went, galvanised by the memory of the array of lard arses just witnessed in the local Chavda, snaffling up cheap booze and maize-based snacks like some post-apocalyptic storm is about to pass through this quiet part of middle-England (or they're settling in early for X-Factor with "our Cheryl" tomorrow night). My favourite individual was a particularly rotund woman pushing a trolley in one hand and eating her Big Mac with the other. Incredible, both technique and as a spectacle. How is your life so busy that you can't even sit down for two minutes to munch on the appetising and nutritious burger that you've just bought?

And on that note, have a wicked weekend blippers. Apologies for the unusual sarcastic and bitter tone, but my local Chavda (which we have been successfully boycotting until today) is a particularly odious place, like no other branch on earth...