The night before Thanksgiving I expected the grocery store to be like a Supermarket Sweep throwback episode. Women with wild frizzy hair, racing up and down every aisle knocking the ingredients for classic Thanksgiving dishes from the shelves into their carts. 863 more words
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It was Saturday morning when the familiar plop of post on the mat brought something different to the breakfast table. A competition I had entered off the back of a pack of scotch pancakes had come up trumps: I was to be wined and dined at the Wood Norton Hotel a week later with a guest of my choosing. 416 more words
The news broke today at the Old Bailey that, in a desperate attempt to prevent inspectors from reading notebooks that explicitly detailed each and every misdemeanour at the News of the World, Rebekah Brooks single-handedly ate 72 spiral-bound notebooks. 222 more words
Whenever I need to be quick in the grocery store I always pretend I’m on Supermarket Sweep. But then I start loading my cart with eight or nine hams and the whole thing just begins to seem ridiculous.