Woolworths – What is it good for?
I would like to put my tuppence in.
Here’s a story about about them stopping selling CD singles.
This doesn’t stop them selling:
-Pick and Mix
-Indoor TV Aerials
-Paddling Pools
–£2 book on Violent Crime (which i purchased, a blog post will follow on this!)
-Sandwiches
-Bicycles
-Computer Games
-Mobile Phones
-Cafe food
CD singles are the least of the company’s problems. In an age of specialisation Woolworths seems to be one big discount bin of everything and nothing, a hardware store trapped in a confectioner’s. It is the True Crime of the high street: horribly cheap; garish; classless; morbidly fascinating but not something you’d admit to liking.
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May 27, 2008 at 2:30 pm
Woolworths used to be dead classy when I were a lad (seriously). It’s in a sad state now.
When I (eventually) got to uni it turned out a mate’s dad was the guy who invented pick’n’mix (not that me getting to uni, and me mates dad had anything to do with each other you understand, that was just bad grammar and juxtaposing, probably). Anyway, I had to say “thank you” to him cos pick’n’mix was bloody brilliant, way more brilliant then than it is now… {dream sequence type wobbly bits, like going through the round window on Play School and…}
In normal sweet shops, you had to tell the gnomic lady behind the counter what you wanted and wait while she shuffled to the ladder, moved the ladder as if it were a precious vase, climbed very slowly up the ladder, reached for the aniseed balls jar… oh, too far away, back down the ladder, moved ladder ming-vase-esquely 3 inches to the left, back up the ladder, grab aniseed balls jar, teeter on edge of falling forward for an eternal second (visions of aniseed balls rolling on the floor, her shattered head gouting claret, and discolouring the grey slate filling the young observer’s rather vivid imagination), back down the ladder, over to the scales, 1/4 lb measured out with a ball by ball commentary worthy of the Guardian OBO forum, lid back on, back up the ladder, down the ladder… “Now dear, would you like anything else?” “Ye- uh, no, thanks.” {wobbly bits and fade back to today}.
Pick’n’mix were fan-tas-tic! They were worth the 2 mile walk into town and a bollocking when you got in. I make no apology for the hyphens or exclamation mark.
That’s it. Thank you for your time. Bye. Thanks. Bye.