As Statto has said, the mass closing of Woolworths is something that really doesn’t come across in words, so if you still have the rapdily-dwindling chance wherever you are (Newport and Aber, I know, are now out of the running, since my watch says 17:38 [in analogue, obviously]), go have a look.
I’ve been to two branches of Woolies today; Telford and Newport, and the experience had two very different effects on me.
In Telford, I was mostly going “meh,” at both the produce and the experience in general. But I never spent much time at Woolies in Telford (I would be surprised, in fact, if even today’s mooch about brought the time I’ve ever spent there to more than forty minutes). Woolies in Newport, on the other hand,
is used to be right opposite the bus station, so in the days when I was catching that Godforsaken No. 83 back to Hadley on a daily basis it was a good place to go and shelter against the wind.
In point of fact, it was just such an excursion that prompted me to buy the first ever Little Red Book, because it felt wrong to mooch about for half an hour and come away without buying anything…
I wandred into Newport branch at about 17:00, half an hour before they were due to finally close to the public. There was pretty much nothing left by then, and most of the shelves were empty, but the whole place was crammed regardless.
- People literally scooping things off the shelves into bags
…It actually left me feeling kinda mournful. Probably some passing psychologist could give me a reason for this, but I’d advice ‘em to shove off rather than trying.
I have a roll of Woolies Clearance Sale stickers. This pleases me, and probably nobody else.
That’s it, I guess. Lame.
* This one is so obvious you get no points at all. Anyway, it’d just be ghoulish.