The new Tesco Metro on the Essex Road is ‘shit’, proclaims a random woman on the bus.
Thanks for the tip, I think.
Then I think: how can an outlet that doesn’t pretend to be anything other than a glorified convenience store reasonably be described as shit?
Shit in what sense, exactly? Shit in the sense they don’t sell remote-controlled gunboats or Bengal tigers? Shit in the sense they hide green mambas in the leeks and stock gangrenous human flesh in the frozen-food section?
Of course not – that would be ridiculous.
Apparently, ‘It’s shit because of the fucking sauce.’