Last month I posted something about Tesco putting all their prices up. Now here comes the spin:

Tesco yesterday hit back in a fledgling ‘price war’ when it announced that the price of 1,000 items on its shelves — including tea, vegetables and toiletries — would be cut by an average of 12pc.

Basically, all the things they put up they’ll take back down and pretend they’re doing us a favour by cutting prices. Which they’re not.

Having recently driven to Norn Iron I can safely say that’s too far to go to the groceries. If I had many children, perhaps I would be more inclined to do so, but I don’t so I’m not.

What I am doing is trying to shop ‘local’ as much as possible. There’s better value in fruit and veg and eggs and milk from some of the local shops anyway. Even if the bloke in my local cheap spuds and milk emporium could do with working on his customer relationship skills.

He’s always pretty gloomy. Perhaps that’s because he loses out to Get Fresh up the road but he could still be a bit more cheerful. Then again, he is quite chinless, and if there’s a people I distrust more the people who don’t like football, it’s the chinless. Especially ones that grow beards to try and hide it.

You’re fooling nobody.

What is it with Friday?

Where do the people who spend the rest of the week on the internet go? Is it because they’ve spent the whole week on the internet and are now madly dashing to do the work they were supposed to?

I can understand that. Back in my office working days we had a ‘management’ meeting every week in which we had to present our stats. The other conscientious managers would come into work in the morning, do the stats from the day before, and keep up to date.

Generally speaking I was left an hour before the meeting trying to catch up, so I’d simply make up some numbers that looked not too bad, not too good. In a mind numbingly tedious job it was the one vague thrill I got. What if they actually look at them? The office equivalent of shoplifting for thrills.

Also, while one of the best things about the internet is the fact that you have so much information at your fingertips for free, one of the worst things is the expectation of freeness. People want more and they want it faster, better, nicer looking and compatible with all kinds of formats and devices. Ask people to pay for it though and it won’t happen.

Are we building an internet bubble that could collapse at any time?

I don’t mean the newspaper, I mean the ball of fire in the sky.

How nice the last couple of days have been, it’s warmer, the evening’s slightly longer, the beer tastes just that bit better.

I don’t understand people who complain that it’s too hot. Ok, if you’re stuck in the middle of the sahara with no water, fine, but if you’re living in Ireland it is never, ever too hot. It could always be just that little bit warmer.

Anyone who prefers winter to summer is insane, in my opinion. One is nice and hot, the other is awful and cold, like Laura Palmer’s anus.

… I wish I was poor enough to spend all day in the pub.