Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

I am back from lunch. I met up with an old colleague of mine who is just about to celebrate his second promotion since I worked with him. That means that he coughed up the price of the M&S sandwiches and coffee. Next time, we go to Pizza Hut: it’s cheaper and you can feed your face until something gives in your lower abdomen and you’re not sure if it’s important until you stand up.

After catching up – I had to cancel last time on account of Dad and somehow we let a year go by – we wandered off to Carphone Warehouse so that Andy could shout at them for flogging him a duff Blackberry. It’s always instructive to witness him in these circumstances since I know of no-one who is more aware of his consumer rights. In the end I was disappointed. Not in Andy’s performance – he was just warming up – but it seems that the Champ has a glass jaw, for the Mighty Carphone Warehouse, having defended and even extolled the virtues of the Blackberry simply caved in and gave him a new handset.

I am going to have a coffee and an apple now and reflect on the sad fact that we don’t always get our money’s worth when it comes to free entertainment.