I HATE Tesco!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I use the word 'hate' too much and I seriously need to cut down. I know I have a problem and K tell me off constantly. I never say I hate people even if I dislike them. It's places, situations, attitudes that I tend to save this word for. And the place I HATE the most is Tesco! But that's allowed.

I have just been chucked out of the huge strip lit one near us for taking photographs. Two arseholes managers approached me with a hideous air of authority and self righteosness and told me in slightly raised voices (indicating slight panic) to "..please stop taking photographs now!" I said ok but hate being told what to do (that word again) and I was thinking (embarrassingly for me) that I could get a kind of poor man's Andreas Gursky of the eyesearingly bright, massive shop floor from the upper floor. So I said "ok" but walked away from them and took some more. They practically sprinted over to me and told me to leave the store. The woman then demanded to know what I was going to do the pictures. I told her that was none of their damn business. If I want to take a crap picture of a cracked floor tile in their sodding store then I can! (I didn't say that bit).

I left the shop and started (this was just to annoy them) to take pictures of the trolleys. They then got security on to me. So as I walked to the car I took loads of pictures of the shitty car park. Oh no! you're not allowed to do that either!

I have to stop shopping there. It makes me angry for so many more important reasons than this. If our climate allowed, then I would grow veg all year round. There's a fish van that comes round here, and a butchers amazingly still exists on our high st. I'm going to have to stop being lazy and stop using that hideous hell hole that I HATE.

I didn't want to publicize them further so didn't actually use one of the (quite good, I think) pictures I managed to get. So I took some of K tonight.