i am going to write about a trip to the supermarket.
before you worry about whether my next entry will be on the joy of brushing my gigi in the morning, or what position i adopt when i’m having a… well, i am not going in that direction. hohoho. i just came back from a newly opened supermarket called waitrose (mentioned here before). so, what’s this fuss about an overgrown grocery store? waitrose is (one of) the pride of the south of england. to those who have lived in britain would know of the north-south divide. the southerners would call any place just north of watford (check the atlas lah) the north. go figure.
a large proportion of upper middle class britain lives in the south. with their range rovers, barbour jackets, children in public schools, flats in SW1 and names like tarquin/portia banyard-smith. and they call their moms mother, and have supper as opposed to dinner. okay, i’m just stereotyping. i wonder what the people down south think of stores like waitrose opening their doors in the north (they have taken over safeway, a well-known chain of supermarkets). i remembered the big hoohah they had among the toff circles down in london when harvey nicks opened a branch up in leeds a few years ago. the horror. i simply cannot believe why one would get upset over such matters.
exclusive london stores are now opening up a few more branches up here in the north nowadays. now, 
mancunians and brummies (and the people living within a 200 miles radius) can enjoy shopping at selfridges. harvey nicks have also opened a branch in edinburgh. affluence have reached the north in greater heights for the past ten years, with better employment and increased investment in northern businesses. also, london professionals who are fed up with the smoke are known to be moving as far up as newcastle upon tyne. i remembered when i was a student in newcastle, wine bars, chic cafes and haute cuisine were non-existent.
the supermarket opened today and it was filled with customers that i swear would never have shopped here when it was safeway. you’d think half the population of ranmoor and dore (rah! rah!) had descended down to humble old ecclesall road this afternoon. so, there i was, scanning the shelves down the aisles, getting some bread and semi-skimmed milk.
milk from cows that are from a select group of farms in eight counties in southern england.
now, is that class or what.
