Poor old Blighty

Warm and windy at the Castle this morn, just got back from Tesco on the stale bread, gruel and pussy food run and I am a bit miffed.

Over the weekend they have introduced the “give us a quid or you can’t have a trolley” policy, which is OKish but: they didn’t tell anyone and I didn’t have a quid in change so I had to stagger round with a basket and two of their “small green bags” to get my shopping.

And I suppose that the old guy who collects all the trolleys is now unemployed.

And just to make me feel better a couple of ditties.

Tesco are taking the piss

And it has lost its appeal

If you don’t have a pound you can stagger around

With a basket instead of some wheels

Sales are down but profits are up

Runneth over does their cup

Price drop they say to go is the way

So why has my shopping gone up

Tesco are taking the piss

There really is something amiss

When I have to spend more to get even less

My wallet is now in distress.

And:

There once was a man called Dave

Who thought he was everyone’s fave

He has many millions but still screws civilians

Or should that be billions or zillions

Now Dave is a man with a mission

A bit like nuclear fission

Go the wrong way and goodbye today

As we all go down in decay

And Dave has a mate called Nick

Who is an obnoxious collude

His nose is so brown he takes it lying down

Os standing up if Dave’s in the mood

Dave wants a big society

And we all should act with propriety

To help each other is Dave’s big idea

But Dave is taking the urea

And as Blighty sinks into the sea

Dave and his mates all agree

That the rich will get richer, the poor will get poorer

But that’s how government works you see

Angus