I fell victim to the Asda Dom Perignon mania last night. I got a phone call from Teezy Weezy Mark alerting me that my local Asda's was selling the toff's champagne at a knock down price of thirty quid! I nearly dropped the phone in the casoulet I was knocking up.
Needless to say I bolted my dinner - spilling most on my top - and jumped into the jollopy and set out into a wet winter evening enroute to the nasty side of town.
Ofcourse when I got there it had all gone, the 'rollback' sign was there but the shelf was empty, I reckoned that the nasty Sharon Osbourne (she lives local) had been there and 'ad the lot. Well, if I had seen her I would have given her more than a slap on the backside.
I do love a Christmas bargain though, I have fond memories of the Morrisson's Verve Cliquot coup of a few years ago. It seems with each year they get better and better. Infact, like the first whiff of pine needles or the emotional stir of the Salvation Army band these limited offers speak more to me of Christmas than the little baby Jesus!
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