Firstly, apologies for the recent radio silence punctuated with occasional broadcasts, I continue to be active in planning for what is promising, and indeed starting, to be a very exciting project – something I’ve alluded to before here.

Anyhow, I had cause to pop out to Sainsbury’s just now, and saw something that would make Dick P and Leg Iron stare slack jawed, followed by them saying ‘I told you so’. It is matter of regret that I didn’t have my mobile with me, I’d have taken a picture as I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Much has been made here of the old sliding doors over the smokes thing, Kent County Council (bless ‘em and keep ‘em – away from me) think that this is a super idea, and have been all over the local media proclaiming it to anyone who cares to listen.

These doors have now been installed at said supermarket, of course the last section of shelving, where the doors do not reach, is where they keep the papers, filters, lighters and other ephemera. But not only that.

In a little trough at the front of the kiosk used to be stored the chocolates and sweeties. The cynic in me would point out that it was at little kid eye level, but hey, parents can say no, it may not be fashionable these days, but they still have that right unless I missed a memo.

Anyhow, that little trough now contained, as far as I could see, nothing but chewing gum. Wherefore the choccie and sweeties? On the un-doored shelves behind the counter.

Yes.

Really.

Now you’ll have to ask sotto voce out the side of your mouth ‘and a lion bar, please’, and hope the health nazis don’t come and stick a yellow star with a lard-arse in the middle on your lapel.

Un-fucking-real. But all too predictable, as Leggy and DP will tell you, and have done, for some time now.