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[lobelia321]

I bought that single today, by 3 of a Kind who are, I am told, a daggy group to like but whose bespectacled member is also kind of deliciously daggy in a Duck sort of way. And anyway, I listened to this song on the plane to and from Atlanta and it just makes me feel happy. T'son scoffed but so what; he's a pro-teen and not to be taken seriously.

Also, it is the theme song of Dudley's first months in London. It's his coming-out music.

Draco's theme song is the Allegretto from Beethoven's Fifth Symphony.

Harry is something from Linkin' Park. No, something more brutal that I once heard on the radio but don't know the name of.

In financial news: I did the weekly shopping today for 76 pounds. I find this very reasonable for a family of four. I only bought a few economy things, too, because their packaging depresses me. Also, Tesco didn't have lots that was on my list: no wasabi at Tesco! No biscotti! No mascarpone even!! No fried onions. And the paté looked ill.

Don't tell me I'll have to start frequenting Waitrose. *lifts limp hand to forehead*

Note to persons residing outside the UK: Don't even try to understand the supermarket aspects of this post. Even the supermarkets in Britain are subject to the class system here.

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[travelingcarrot.livejournal.com]

Good shopping economy. My Tesco's has mascarpone (though I can't buy it for emotional reasons) and I'm sure they have fried onions somewhere. Don't know about biscotti or wasabi. You might have to go to Waitrose or specialist shops for those, but you don't need them every week, do you?

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Now I'm intrigued: you can't buy mascarpone for emotional reasons??? Sainsbury's has biscotti etc. so I'll go there. Tesco has 'dried' onions but not 'fried' onions but S'b has 'em.

omg, I'm discussing my shopping list on LJ; how boring can one get???

[travelingcarrot.livejournal.com]

Well, your shopping list led to finding out I have emotional issues with mascarpone, so it isn't completely boring.
I was in love with someone, you see, and we are both foodies, so food was always part of our conversations, whether literally or symbolically. At one point she described me as like mascarpone. I took it as meaning voluptuous and irrestisitible and decadent and I was happy and touched to be called that; when she dumped me and completely broke my heart, I realised she had been told to avoid dairy products by her doctor, so mascarpone meant 'something I want but feel I shouldn't have - partly because it isn't good for me but mostly because other people will disapprove'. Now every time I see the stuff I want to cry.

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Eeek. That is harsh. Very harsh.

[bunnysquee.livejournal.com]

the supermarkets here are subject to the class system too. the sad thing is, there are some identical items in lower and middle class supermarkets, and the price different can be a few dollars more! it's the same thing! it just makes me have to go to at least two supermarkets a week just to do my shopping. the upper class supermarkets are in a stratosphere of their own ...

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Rreally? This is interesting. In Germany, everyone, even posh people. go to Aldi which is like the cheapest of the cheap. Here, in Cambridge, you have to get dressed up to go to Waitrose.

[childeproof.livejournal.com]

*laughs at English supermarket class system and the irreproachably middle-class nature of your shopping list*

Ireland has a less class-specific but often terribly insular supermarket system. Such exotic specialties as pasta and rice are on the 'Ethnic Foods' aisle in a supermarket I occasionally go to when desperate. I also, early in my time here, made the mistake of asking one of its clueless shelf-stacking adolescents where the hummus was.

'Huh?'
'Hummus. Where is it?'
'Hummus? What's that?'
'Oh, it's a kind of crushed chick-pea paste with tahini -'
*are-you-kidding-me expression*'Chick-pea? Tahini?'
'Oh, never mind.'

My last local London Sainsbury's was frequented by both Will Self and the Hamiltons...

*names-drops off into sunset with wasabi*

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

There is something to be said for chainstores. When we were in Wales on holiday 3 summers ago, we time-travelled into the 1950s and dined on nothing but roast potatoes and baked beans until we discovered a Tesco's along some highway, executed a daring U-turn and ran in for some freshly squeezed orange juice and sushi!

[travelingcarrot.livejournal.com]

Almost completely OT, but I just have to mention that my funniest supermarket experience recently was going up to a shelf-stacker and asking where the eggs where. She looked at me puzzled. I repeated the queestion. She cocked her head on one side and said "sorry?".
Finally she got it.

"Oh, you want IGGS."

Who'd a thunk there would be a recently-arrived New Zealander with a really thick accent stacking shelves in Tesco's?

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

*bursts out laughing*

Or should that be *laughung*?