Further to my little rantlet the other day about the bonkers legislation banning large stores from displaying cigarettes and tobacco so that we smokers might forget they exist, not everyone has entered into the spirit of it.
Most stores have fitted special cupboards with sliding doors to secrete the filthy weed, but others have gone a more DIY solution.
Mrs P was in H&M the other day and there were no fitted cupboards there. They have kept their old shelves and simply hung a black curtain in front of it from a piece of elastic.
When anyone asks for twenty Benson’s or a packet of Rizlas, the poor assistant disappears behind the curtain, but you can see her outline moving about, like an incompetent magician, as she fumbles around in the dark for the requisite product.
People are now going there specially to buys their ciggies, even those who don’t smoke, just for the entertainment value. Either that or the perfect shoplifting opportunity.
And while this pantomime is being played out, some joker comes on the radio to tell us that every bank holiday costs the country £2.3 billion which seems a bit steep for a few DIY and gardening materials.
But why have they suddenly come to this conclusion? Bank holidays have been with us for a very long time and while Easter may be a moveable feast, we know that it will fall some time around April every year.
Perhaps they just see a chance to get their names in the news because as we know, economic forecasters only exist to make astrology look accurate.