In Which Several Hundreds of Pounds are Spent in Two Hours

I got paid today, so I convinced myself that shopping with the family might be a good idea, because if I felt tired or sore, I could just get back in the car and get home. Of course, I forgot about supermarket Hell until I entered Asda and saw that about seven million other people had had the same idea. Nonetheless, we got the grocery shopping done and I finally managed to finish off my Christmas shopping, which had frankly been stressing me out. (See 2004 and 2003 entries for the requisite rant about commercialism and my playing into it.)

I picked up the Johnny Cash tribute album, finally, for my dad, as well as some good quality Scottish whisky. I bought the book of Jamie's Italy for my aunt, and I'm doing my best not to decide to keep it after all given that I love Jamie Oliver's recipes and Italian food. Feh. I'll give her that, along with a gift of that fabulous black pasta fioredelmale urged me to get in Venice, along with that ostentatious £12 French paté. I suppose drunken purchases are useful, after all.

That said, I did get something back from the Capitalist Consumerist Companies today. A few days ago, I was browsing through Yo!Sushi online, and it had a feedback form. I filled in what I loved about that conveyor-belt-restaurant-o'doom, but also mentioned that I found the service to be lacking a little. (I'm not one to complain about service, being British and inhibited and all that, but the service there is notoriously slow and surly.) I came home today to a £20 voucher from them. Ahahaha. Sushi in the New Year? I think so. >:)