Continuing the everyday look at everyday objects through the camera lens…
The temple of doom.
Everyone who knows me, and I mean ‘who really, really, really,. really knows me’, knows how much I love hate shopping.
Actually, to be fair and open and honest and stuff, I don’t really mind the whole shopping ‘experience’, as we call it these days.
In the right place, at the right time, and under the correct set of circumstances, I tolerate shopping reasonably well.
Some might even say that, under those somewhat unusual circumstances, I borderline enjoy shopping.
If it’s done my way.
Obv.
My way is simple.
A list.
A rough idea of the layout of the store.
No people a very small number of people.
Which is why I like to go shopping when there’s nobody else around.
This evening we visited the Associated Dairies ‘supercentre’ place in West Bridgford.
It is a massive temple to the dog of consumerism, spread over 43 2 floors of open-plan-football-fieldness.
And yet, instead of the scene resembling one of Dante’s lesser-frequented circles of hell, the ‘shopping experience’ was relatively painless.
Almost, but not quite, enjoyable.
But certainly tolerable.
Why?
One can get a similar experience, by visiting our local Sainsbury’s at 7:30am on a Saturday.
At that time of day, the place is pretty devoid of shoppers.
Unfortunately, at that time of day, the shelves are pretty devoid of food.
It’s a price worth paying