The Pre-rant

I spent years shopping in large supermarkets, mainly due to being a lazy idiot and mainly because this was the time of a slight Twix addiction, something to do with biscuit and caramel in the late afternoon sent me into a mindless frenzy. The staff preyed on my addiction, knowing they had their clammy hands firmly gasped around my man sack, knowing as long as they stocked the 'stash' they had free reign to sell me whatever rotting, fetid wares they could haphazardly throw onto their shelves. So I came home with bags of lettuce leaking brown water, tomatoes you picked up and your thumb slipped into its core like prodding a dead badger you found on the side of the road. I promised everyone I would stop, that I would buy fresh from a local greengrocer, that I wouldn't support this form of self abasing. I had to break free, free from the corporate exploitative arseholes who are happy to sell me rubbish at extortionate costs..I had a plan, leave everything and run away, run away from the large supermarkets, the large banks and the large coffee chains. Run away to Latin America!