As I am, sadly, a voice in Jamie’s head, I am damned to travel wherever he does.
Today, he went to Tesco’s, a terrifying prospect at the best of times.
As we barged through the pre-Christmas shopping crowds, elbowing some blue-haired old biddy’s who were ooohing over the Werther’s Original display, I noticed that the staff were not wearing their usual mindless drone costumes.
They were, in fact, dressed as pirates.
They’re raising money for some charity or another, i’m sure it’s a worthy cause so I decided to join in the fun.
The trouble I took to rig up a mast, tie one of the staff to it and lash them with a cat ‘o nine tails was, I fear, not appreciated…