Here's an easy recipe to get the greatest number of stupid people into a finite space at one time. You will need:
A large crowd of directionless, stupid people
A branch of Sainsbury's
35 minutes spare on at Saturday lunchtime.
Put 'em all together and that man Bob , he's your Dad's brother.
A right old palaver, which is why I usually shop before 9.00 a.m
It was like a Joey Deacon convention.
The woman on the check out was very attractive and looked like Zara Phillips and she gave me a right old cheery beam as I left after we had chit chatted a bit as she scanned my goods.
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