Rather, it was mostly blokes of between 25 - 45 years old all crowded around intensely scrutinising the contents of a few cages which usually contain mop heads and industrial sized boxes of mechanically reclaimed meat which have been fashioned into tasty morsels for man's best friend.
While I was sizing up the fair trade bananas and the unusually appalling standard of grape-fruits, it dawned on me what was going on: it was a cycling special day.
Saddleworth lollipop man heads to work |
Think Boxing Day sales but with blokes stretching their hands into gloves which are conjoined by strips of nylon and a wild blur of day-glow sleeves reaching upwards as arms are inserted.
It's a feeding frenzy basically.
I had to make do with a quick browse of the sock section as I was weighed down by fruit a feared a citrus-based disaster might occur. The bike stands looked pretty good though but the lights I spotted from afar looked pretty shit.
Anyway, as per yesterday's post, I'm shopping local me.
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