F**k it why bother.

The main Asda in Bradford opposite the Manchester stadium is a truly wonderful place; It’s where I do my shopping every two weeks. This morning was shop day, most visits I call at the café for a drink and something to eat, but not any more. Cold coffee, toast only done on one side, dirty cutlery, meals that look nothing like the adverts for their food, indifferent (Fat) staff, small portions (Which is probably why the staff are fat) and an inability to take any constructive criticism.

And how could I not mention Asdas tendency to allow nasally challenged, stuttering Yugoslavian rap artists speaking at the speed of light to make announcements over the tannoy.

There, I think that’s it.