After last night’s excesses I was not in a good way. I took my friend for a little jaunt to the supermarket since she’s not got a car and saw this little beauty in the bread aisle. Amusingly named wheat goods made the whole experience slightly less painful. I think Hell is a packed supermarket on a Sunday afternoon, where all the children are snotty and screamy and people ram trolleys into your legs. This visit did little to convince me otherwise.