Saturday, 12 November 2011

Asda vs Morrisons (22/4/06)


When Morrisons took over Safeway, I was gutted. Safeway in Anniesland was the best supermarket within miles of my house, and had almost everything I wanted. Morrisons came in and stocked up with a lot of low-quality produce (meat, fruit, veg, cheese. etc.), so I was forced to go to my local Asda, a shop I have avoided for years. This arrangement suited me for a while, as I had become lazy and didn't want to stray too far from home but, one night on the way home from work, I stopped at the Partick branch of Morrisons, which had just completed its transformation from an old Safeway. I detected a change for the better, not just in quality, but in price. The two-for-one offers are very tempting and, importantly, the pies are good! Asda, by comparison, is no longer good value for money, their produce is far from fresh (or, in the case of the apples and some of the cooked meats, far from edible) and they always seem to have empty shelves. In my opinion, Morrisons is in the lead in terms of local stores. I have never found Tesco to be to my taste (though that may just be the Maryhill branch) and Sainsbury is too far away for a quick trip to the shops.

This is what supermarkets rely on, a captive clientele. They can sell any old rubbish because they know that most people in an area like mine don't have the time, money or transport to go elsewhere. The remaining corner shops sell even lower-quality goods at ludicrously high prices (though one still sells Penguins at a price that equates to over 20p cheaper for one biscuit than my work's canteen!). I have been toying with the idea of shopping in the West End, even visiting the farmer's market, though I fear I may become accustomed to fare that I may not always be able to afford.

What's wrong with the world today? (19/4/06)


Almost exactly a week ago, I emerged, blinking, into a bright London morning, and a railways station concourse buzzing with equally bleary-eyed tourists and that day's competitors in the heats of the rat race. I was met by a man in a Michelle Of The Resistance raincoat who, rather than tell me to "leesen very carefully, I shall say zees only wance", thrust a packet of crisps into my hand. A few paces on, a compatriot, in similar garb, but sporting what I later realised was a fake Zapata moustache, did likewise. I stuffed the contraband into my pockets and continued on my merry way.
Now, I don't fancy chicken balti at the best of times, and certainly not in potato crisp form, so what was I to do? Every available square centimetre of rucksack and pocket space would be required for my accoutrements, so it was imperative that I offload the superfluous comestibles, but could I find a citizen in need of sustenance, a fellow human down on his or her luck? Could I billy-o! Where can you find a good tramp when you need one (apart from Sutton Walk, near the South Bank Centre, but I didn't have the crisps with me at that time)? I trudged around Londinium for nearly two days before I got rid of them.

I was left wondering if Ken had hidden all the tramps, possibly in shelters paid for by profits from the Congestion Charge. I also wondered what Ralph McTell would write about, if he were alive and well. "Have you seen the Big Issue Sellers, out on the streets of London, wearing designer trainers and Berghaus anoraks...". What's that you say? Ralph IS alive and well and coming to a folk club or theatre near you? Never!

LISTENING TO: Rob Cowan on Radio 3.

Who are these people???????? (17/3/06)


Do I know you?

Have we met?

Have I seen your band?

Have I bought your records?

If the answer to any, or all, of these is no, why the hell do you want to be my "friend"? Do you get extra money from your record company, or do you base your chances of getting a deal, on the number of "friends" you have on MySpace?
Do I look like someone who likes hip-hop??? (or death metal or AOR?)

Go away and leave me alone.

Listening to: Last week's "Mint".

Sausage and Mash (4/3/06)

I found a Marks and Spencer food outlet in Bothwell Street today, and was compelled to buy something. Due to my having to go out early, I thought that sausage and mash would be a good idea, a quick, but filling dinner. I was somewhat dismayed to discover that the mash was not as fluffy or creamy as it used to be, and the sausages were not as nice. What has gone wrong with M&S? I do hope the Four Cheese And Red Onion crisps have not suffered a similar fate.

CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: The wireless.

What's next? (22/2/06)

OK, I've got a nice page, a great tune, 12 photos (some of which, mercifully, aren't of me), a few friends (real or imaginary) and I've nearly finished with the content. Is that it? Do I have to find something more productive to do with my time, like knit mittens for kittens or discover a cure for James Blunt? Stuff that, I'm off down the park to bag me a squirrel.

Currently listening to: Marc Riley sitting in for Vic McGlynn on BBC 6Music. She's got her own MySpace page, y'know.

Make Stupidity History (15/1/06)

Here we are in the 21st century. Towards the end of the 20th century, rapid advances in technology allowed us to experience a world of instant communication, and the amount of gadgetry we amass in order to make our lives more convenient and more entertaining would shock the great inventors from bygone ages. Sadly, this over-reliance on electronics has rendered many members of the human race unable to do the simplest things, like read and write. I freely admit to having a slight reading problem, but I can still comprehend the basics.

What is it about people who can't follow elementary instructions, whether represented graphically or in short, succinct phrases? No smoking means just that. You're not meant to drive on the wrong side of the road, and that's what those white dashes signify. You're only supposed to park in one parking bay at a time, and so on.
Come on, chaps. Make a stand against this drop in standards, unless you're not imbeciles and are simply ill-mannered!

CURRENTLY LISTENING TO: Mark Radcliffe's show from Wednesday (featuring Julian Cope).

Oh, purleeeeeeeeese! (12/1/06)

I've just had an e-mail from Ticketmaster, with the subject line "Don't miss James Blunt". Believe me, I don't want to miss James Blunt but, sadly, I'm not a good shot.

Typical. My first ever blog, in the whole world, ever, and it has to be about this!