Cold
I am suffering. Terribly. I am surely going to die. Well, I have a bit of a cold. And I don't really want to die, at least not till I've earnt a few brownie points from any higher being there might be, for today I have seen a vision of hell - and I didn't much like it...
And hell is? Safeways/Morrisons at Rubery, Birmingham. I am weak from both my cold and the experience of Safeways, and I'm sure I've covered the subject before, so I won't say too much, other than that I am now even more certain that the entire place is run by the minions of Satan. Possibly as a sort of training scheme for eternal damnation. When you finally get served, the coffee is okay though.
posted by Marc @ 10:51 pm
1 Comments:
How interesting! I thought that I was alone in experiencing the exquisit horror of mild mannered depression, resulting from teh Safeways-Morrison combine.
I never wrote about my experience of asking a checkout lady about Morrisons [I asked her how was the change over going? And I swear the woman had been cyborged/brainwashed a la Stepford].sigh!
We go to Tesco's at Burnt Island [Dudley]or Sainsburies at the exeeding depressing Blackheath...You know, we went to the cinima at Rubery the other day and I thought that perhaps your Safeway-Morrison would be somehow better than ours, that perhaps Morrisons wasn't all bad. tis worse than I thought then!
OK, well broccoli is broccoli from where ever! But no more beer from St Peter's brewery and no more blue eggs from Clarence court hens http://www.clarencecourt.co.uk/HenCam/ is very sad indeed!
:)
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