God yes, the scum scrums...
I was in Tesco one Sunday afternoon just as the Reduced stuff was being wheeled out. It was like the Cabbage Patch Doll riots all over again. I felt sorry for the poor sod who'd been tasked with pricing up the dented cheddar and single scotch eggs in sad-looking bags. He did his best to stock the shelves, but was no match for the ravenous scabby grasping arms flailing around, snatching each miserable morsel while the price-gun was still mid-clack. Watching this sacrificial shelf-stacker battle mercilessly against the marauding pack of bastards, it reminded me of the scene in Jurassic Park when they lower the goat into the dinosaur enclosure. He never stood a chance. At one point, the cheeky bastards even started making requests, telling him which things to price next. I began to wonder if I'd missed a national ban on food.

They say a society is only three meals away from anarchy. Three meals! I reckon two 59p quiches and a bent pepperami would do it.
(costas, Thu 6 Jan 2011, 22:06, Reply)