Penny Anderson shows why she’s a ‘starving’ writer:
People in Britain are battling each other for cut-price food.
What, regularly? Come off it! This is just one filmed incident.
I know it goes against the grain, but let’s not have the hyperbole laid on too thick right from the start…
It might come as a shock to anyone who imagines that writers fly to work in their own helicopter with truffle sandwiches for lunch, but I survive on food found in the supermarket reduced aisle.
Beats starving in a garret, though?
Every day, I see shoppers who desperately need these bargains, since for many, it’s the only possibility of eating properly. After all, a huge pack of reduced mince or chicken is a good source of protein lasting across several days if cooked and eked-out properly. But this level of thriftiness is exhausting, which might explain the frayed tempers of the Northampton food-scrum.
It’s ‘exhausting’ to have to cook proper meals? Well, I suppose that explains quite a lot. Personally, I find it relaxing and therapeutic, but then, I’m not a ‘professional writer’.
The Northampton all-in, food wrestle-mania occurred, I suspect, when informal protocols which bring order to the demeaning experience of hanging around trying to look busy while waiting for the soup to be reduced, were ignored.
You mean, old fashioned English manners?
Well, yes. Observe any inner-city bus queue and you’ll see they are things of the past. Similarly, watch any urban crowd getting on a train or in a lift – no longer do you wait politely for those inside to disembark – it’s every man & woman for themselves.
Personally, one vital guideline, and a rule which makes me furious whenever I see it being ignored, is don’t be greedy. If you see massive packs of organic vintage cheddar for 20p (this has happened) please don’t hog them all. I’ve witnessed people loading stacks of gourmet pizzas into the boot of a new BMW, which if owned by the loader seemed to me a little unfair.
Why? The food’s there for anyone who wants to buy it, isn’t it? I’m pretty sure if they labelled it ‘poverty ONLY’ you’d complain.
The etiquette of poverty-induced budget food-hunting decrees that you don’t barge in and grab stuff over the heads of those too polite to let go of their manners.
Back to manners again. Well, take a look at that crowd, Penny. You expect old English manners from them? I don’t.
And that’s the problem. Not ‘poverty’.