You don’t get much in this life for free, or so they say. They also say that you get what you pay for. Whoever “they” are that is.

Anyway, I’ve developed a morbid fascination with the whoopsie aisle at Asda. I’ve never worked out whether it is because we, as a country are in a sad state of affairs, or people just like a bargain but there’s always a scrum of people hanging around waiting for the next cheap deal.

Personally, I’m not on the breadline but neither am I a millionaire, still waiting for the book to go global, six years […]