Tescos.
I hate the place. It's a vast, empty, unfriendly 'factory'. It doesn't sell everything; and what it does sell can always be found somewhere else for cheaper. It claims it is 'open 24 hours a day'; yet last weekend I got bullied out by several members of staff at 3.50pm in the afternoon. I have also witnessed several marriage break ups in there, somewhere between the vegetable and the alcohol aisles.
So why go there?
We appear as a nation to have grown accustomed to having everything in one place, and then some. We as consumers have far to much choice. For example, on the shelves right now are over 20 types of chocolate biscuits. Is that really neccessary? In my humble opinon no, unless you are planning an extravagant chocolate biscuit party.
By comparison, Lidl, which is a five minute walk (as opposed to a 10 minute car journey) doesn't have this choice. You want chocolate biscuits, here, have these ones and shut up. You leave having spent less than third than what you would have in Tescos (as there is no magazine section, DVD aisle, clothing racks or electrical equipment store. What is even more amusing, is that these products have been shipped across from Germany. My milk in Tescos has apparently come from Wales. So why is it 50p more?
I can moan and moan for hours about how much I hate Tesco and Sainsbury's and Asda and the like. There will never be an answer. Once they have managed to close down all the other local stores that I know I should frequent, there will be no choice any longer.
Tomorrows moan: SUVs and the idiots who drive them (only joking)
P.S. My mothers christmas present was purchased today at Tescos. She will be the proud owner of the new Trivial Persuit DVD game, as I saw it on the shelf and decided I could not be bothered to wait until nearer the end of December.
Hypocrite: yes.
Sunday 26 November 2006
Saturday 25 November 2006
post three
After I finished writing my last post on Thursday, I spent some time with one of flatmates, HT, talking to an old school friend from Venezuela. AT now lives in Leeds with her fiancé, but is hoping to come and visit us around Christmas time. I would sincerely love for that to happen.
About thirty minutes later however, HT walked in on me and my boyfriend JB in a very compromising position. I will never forget the look of pure horror that flashed across her face.
Yesterday was less exciting however. The exam I had was more difficult than I expected, although most of the beginners students left before myself and the rest of the advanced students, so maybe that says something. Before the exam I sat in the pub nearest the university with my girlfriend CJ, with HP joining us around an hour later, discussing spanish lecturers, french lecturers, travelling next year, and doing some revision.
Last night my flatmates JB, HP, HT and PJ went to the student union main bar to support one of our friends DJing there. Unfortunately, they put him on first, and in a tiny little side room, so there was no one else there listening to him. He was certainly a lot better than the girl that followed him.
One thing that got me were the strobe lights. They make me feel extremely weak and dizzy, and give me a terrible headache, so we left at around one am.
I am now staring out of the window overlooking my town, thinking that today is going to be a very grey day.
About thirty minutes later however, HT walked in on me and my boyfriend JB in a very compromising position. I will never forget the look of pure horror that flashed across her face.
Yesterday was less exciting however. The exam I had was more difficult than I expected, although most of the beginners students left before myself and the rest of the advanced students, so maybe that says something. Before the exam I sat in the pub nearest the university with my girlfriend CJ, with HP joining us around an hour later, discussing spanish lecturers, french lecturers, travelling next year, and doing some revision.
Last night my flatmates JB, HP, HT and PJ went to the student union main bar to support one of our friends DJing there. Unfortunately, they put him on first, and in a tiny little side room, so there was no one else there listening to him. He was certainly a lot better than the girl that followed him.
One thing that got me were the strobe lights. They make me feel extremely weak and dizzy, and give me a terrible headache, so we left at around one am.
I am now staring out of the window overlooking my town, thinking that today is going to be a very grey day.
Thursday 23 November 2006
post two
The exam went OK, I think. I don't want to get my hopes up but I'm fairly certain of at least a passing grade. Unfortunately, I'm not sure the exam went well for everyone. CB did no work towards his exam whatsoever, and relied on his fluency to get through. To be honest, he did no research and I doubt that he will get a decent grade. YBG read all of his off the internet. My heart did go out to one of my girlfriends NA, who researched and presented hers so well, but stumbled over her words during question time. She left the room in tears. I felt horrible as I'm not great in those circumstances. I would be a terrible mother.
I now have to get on and revise for a Spanish Grammar exam tomorrow. The joys of student life.
My mother phoned today, in tears. Her arch nemesis, SM, has hired a private investigator to track her movements, and even mine. This woman now knows where I live, what my degree is in, where I'm going to be living next year, my phone numbers, my social security number, my bank details, and my email address. It's not even me that she has a problem with.
SM believes that my mother is the cause of her marriage break up. This is not true. I can't understand how this woman thinks she has any reason to do this. It isn't going to acheive anything. Her husband left her four years ago and is now with my mother. He still pays the mortgage of the house she is occupying alone, as their children have long grown up and left home. The poor woman must honestly believe that PM will go back to her. In some ways I feel sorry for her, although hiring a PI was the last straw in a long line of stalker like tendencies.
My mother shies away from conflict. I sometimes wish I was more like her. Unfortunately I take after my father. I don't posess the ability to back down.
I now have to get on and revise for a Spanish Grammar exam tomorrow. The joys of student life.
My mother phoned today, in tears. Her arch nemesis, SM, has hired a private investigator to track her movements, and even mine. This woman now knows where I live, what my degree is in, where I'm going to be living next year, my phone numbers, my social security number, my bank details, and my email address. It's not even me that she has a problem with.
SM believes that my mother is the cause of her marriage break up. This is not true. I can't understand how this woman thinks she has any reason to do this. It isn't going to acheive anything. Her husband left her four years ago and is now with my mother. He still pays the mortgage of the house she is occupying alone, as their children have long grown up and left home. The poor woman must honestly believe that PM will go back to her. In some ways I feel sorry for her, although hiring a PI was the last straw in a long line of stalker like tendencies.
My mother shies away from conflict. I sometimes wish I was more like her. Unfortunately I take after my father. I don't posess the ability to back down.
Wednesday 22 November 2006
post one
I'm sitting in my room in North Wales preparing for an oral exam I have tomorrow in Spanish. I am nowhere near prepared for it, and I probably won't sleep tonight for worrying about it. I am tempted just to go to bed and leave it until the morning, but the exam is at 10am and I know I won't get up early enough.
I have never drunk so much juice in all my life. It'll all be worth it eventually though, when I finally get the good grades that I've been chasing all my life.
My car got vandalised today for the second time. I have never had this problem anywhere in Europe before, and it's a shame that it's happened here in North Wales because I am having such a wonderful time here. I have met so many interesting people and my studies are really interesting. I went to the local garage to pick up the parts I needed (last time it got vandalised, they bashed the hell out of it and stole the stereo, this time they stole the windscreen wipers and scratched the windscreen) and decided that my girlfriend (HP) and I could fit them ourselves. The instructions were non-existant, and we could not figure it out between us, so we headed back to the garage. It took the guy less than 30 seconds to fit all three. Never before have I felt like an inadequate woman. When we returned home, HP headed off to a lecture, and I had to restrained my flatmate and boyfriend, JB, from punching the people who live at number 11, as he thinks they are responsible. Honestly, I agree with him. They have never liked us, and always detested the fact that I park in front of their house, even though I have every right to do so, as there are no parking restrictions and they don't even own a car themselves. The car is now parked a mile up the road, in the only safe place in this town.
Have just watched a new programme on the shocking actrocities happening in North Korea. I can't understand how some humans can treat others. It makes me feel physically sick to think that people are being executed because they were fighting over bread. It does make me realise how lucky I am to be able to afford (to a certain extent) £30 to buy new wiper blades. My life and my troubles can be easily put into perspective. To think, I am sitting here worrying about an oral exam, when, on the other sided of the world, other are worrying about how they are going to feed their families tomorrow.
I currently feel very humble.
I have never drunk so much juice in all my life. It'll all be worth it eventually though, when I finally get the good grades that I've been chasing all my life.
My car got vandalised today for the second time. I have never had this problem anywhere in Europe before, and it's a shame that it's happened here in North Wales because I am having such a wonderful time here. I have met so many interesting people and my studies are really interesting. I went to the local garage to pick up the parts I needed (last time it got vandalised, they bashed the hell out of it and stole the stereo, this time they stole the windscreen wipers and scratched the windscreen) and decided that my girlfriend (HP) and I could fit them ourselves. The instructions were non-existant, and we could not figure it out between us, so we headed back to the garage. It took the guy less than 30 seconds to fit all three. Never before have I felt like an inadequate woman. When we returned home, HP headed off to a lecture, and I had to restrained my flatmate and boyfriend, JB, from punching the people who live at number 11, as he thinks they are responsible. Honestly, I agree with him. They have never liked us, and always detested the fact that I park in front of their house, even though I have every right to do so, as there are no parking restrictions and they don't even own a car themselves. The car is now parked a mile up the road, in the only safe place in this town.
Have just watched a new programme on the shocking actrocities happening in North Korea. I can't understand how some humans can treat others. It makes me feel physically sick to think that people are being executed because they were fighting over bread. It does make me realise how lucky I am to be able to afford (to a certain extent) £30 to buy new wiper blades. My life and my troubles can be easily put into perspective. To think, I am sitting here worrying about an oral exam, when, on the other sided of the world, other are worrying about how they are going to feed their families tomorrow.
I currently feel very humble.
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