...Grim news just in. The local offie may soon become the local offed. Been wondering for a while why stocks of decent malts have been on the serious wane, why discount upon discount has been the increasingly frantic order of the day.
Time was when a fellow bought his bottle of a week - or night of course - and that was that. Now, however, it has all become 'Half Price' this and 'Three For Two' that. (Handy on the wallet front of course, if not so helpful for the liver.)
When, though, the other week this morphed into 'Half Price And Three For Two As Well' - with the near implication that if even that level of generosity unmatched in the annals of British retailing was insufficient bait then you could have it gratis for the asking - one could not but sense a terrible doom approaching.
And so indeed it has come to pass, or nearly so. They are 'in administration', they may or may not be sold on a 'going concern'. Jobs will certainly go, which is deeply concerning, stores closing by the score in all probability. This will be grievously sad for the redundant of course, but as one who has done what he could over the years single-handedly to maintain a stonking great profit margin for the company, I too shall be singularly bereft.
H is of a different view. Whilst naturally sympathising with anyone facing loss of their job or their career, she is firmly of the view that anything that prevents me legging it round the corner for a couple of spare clarets ten minutes before closing time is to be warmly welcomed.
She has a point of course. Always does. But it's a beastly way for it to be made and I hope it does not come to that. Thirty-seven pints of lager for sixpence may be our local supermarket's idea of a good time, but it is not mine.
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