Do you have the fever? Yes, Summer Fever struck the U.K. with a vengeance this weekend sending millions of Britons into a frenzy of Bar-B-Qs and ridiculously pink tan-lines. Yes, I’m aware that it should be “barbecue”, sadly most of East London does not.
So I indulged my own rising body temperature and ventured to the local Sainsbury. I have fortunately never witnessed a plague of locusts devour a field of crops with insatiable lust but I have seen Summer Fever and it cannot be far removed from the former. The masses, charging their respective trolleys up and down the fresh meat aisles, clearing shelves as if it had been announced all meat came from Iceland and a new volcanic plume had threatened its supply, were doing their best to out-Locust the Locusts.
Madness.
I attended a barbecue a couple of weeks ago. It was requested I bring meat. Did I rush to the nearest shop and buy every steak on the shelf? You’re ahead of me aren’t you? Of course I didn’t. I reached into my freezer and pulled out half a pig in sausages. All reduced for quick sale, all quality stock. Why run around as if your life depends upon lighting a bag of charcoal briquettes when you can take advantage of all year round sales and produce the goodies when the need rises?
East London – Mostly Harmless.
It’s almost as if someone has taken douglas adams and adrian mole and welded ‘em together
Funny take on how life really is come summer bank holiday.
Maybe panic buying could be considered a traditional British supermarket past time/obsession – a bit like queueing only involving more adrenaline.
“..a bit like queueing only involving more adrenaline..” Hmm now there’s an opportunity to create a very British sport…Extreme Queuing!
Nice work Nirg……..Its like reading a Jeremy Clarkson book whilst on Viagra