Archive: 2024-11
Week 203: Milk snatcher
I achieved the dream of walking out of Tesco with something I hadn’t paid for. I bought a carton of oat milk that had a promotional price of £1.50 on the shelf edge, but after checking my receipt I saw that I’d been charged £2. Out of principle, I immediately headed for the customer service desk to point this out. The employee disappeared off to check and came back with the shelf edge label announcing the discount. She said that the promotion was supposed to have ended, but the tag had been left, so she was going to refund me the difference.
Week 202: The Mystery of the Mutilated Minion
The hardest weeks to write about are the ones in which it feels like nothing happened.
Week 201: In a pickle
I went to an interesting talk on A History of Sex and Christianity by Diarmaid MacCulloch at St Paul’s Cathedral on Tuesday. You hear a lot from people on the more conservative side, keen to denounce all kinds of “sin”, backed up by some very selective reading, and it was refreshing to hear analysis from a liberal perspective.
Week 200: Be gull do crime
I watched An Taibhse (The Ghost), the first-ever Irish-language horror film, on Oíche Shamhna. It was followed by a Q&A with the director and one of the actors. It’s genuinely terrifying. I guessed what was really going on pretty early on, but that didn’t make it less scary. It’s an amazing achievement for a budget of £5,000.