tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post2020698111104430131..comments2023-10-30T09:26:32.732+00:00Comments on Now's the time: tubes onions stealingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-28111132307116768162011-10-31T07:09:59.566+00:002011-10-31T07:09:59.566+00:00One is prey to many wild thoughts at the check-out...One is prey to many wild thoughts at the check-out. Censoriousness is one of my regular tendencies: checking out the bags of crisps and bottles of pop collected by the upstream customer, mentally weighing said customer, coming up with a do-good verdict. Then seeing my own order with its perpetual bottle of single-malt scotch in a new light. Christ would have much to say about supermarkets, none of it favourable.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13609842.post-80506777447422692552011-10-29T23:30:55.738+01:002011-10-29T23:30:55.738+01:00Those onions sound delicious. I imagine they would...Those onions sound delicious. I imagine they would make nice cheese and onion sandwiches. <br />Yevgeny Yevtushenko titled a collection of his poems: "Stolen Apples."Lucashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07642126053527835870noreply@blogger.com