A few words from Rob Mansfield

I know that Christmas is getting closer and that shops have started advertising all their fantastic offers. That’s par for the course.

What I don’t want just yet is any Christmas music. Look at the weather, for god’s sake. It’s sunny and 15°, not snowing and -5°.

So why on earth are DFS playing Mariah ‘bloody’ Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You on their current advert? Like that makes me want to go out and buy a new sofa!

Yes, I know if you order now, you can get it in time for Christmas, but that doesn’t mean I want to hear a fruit-loop superdiva trilling away on my radio when I’m in the shower in the morning.

Next thing we know British Gas will be plugging their boiler service using Baby, It’s Cold Outside.

Just to round off this slightly bah humbug post (even though I’m not really that way inclined), enjoy Weird Al Yankovic!

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OK, so the picture on the left is pretty crap, but I think you can tell what I’m getting at.

Why is it that every single individual piece of fruit now has to have its own special sticker? We’re not talking the branding ones like ‘Cape’ or ‘Zespri’, just the ones with number and name.

I know it’s to help staff differentiate between varieties of fruit, but does every single piece need its own identifier? Think of the manpower, adhesive and paper being wasted just to put it on.

It must be like being in The Prisoner in the apple section of Sainsbury’s. There’s probably one lonely Braeburn desperate to break free of the plastic bag and scream, “I am not a number, I’m an apple!”

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