After a delightful half and half, a good natter, a bit of a drive, and a coastal walk, I decided I needed to go buy some chewing gum. You know when you just get that inexplicable urge? Well, mine was perfectly explicable. My mouth was dry and I needed something to chew. Good enough reason I suppose.
My friend reminded me that there was a petrol station at the top of the Ballyholme Road, which I happened to know was a Maxol Station, despite the fact I'd never been before. Apart from the obvious dilemma that I don't drive, I wouldn't pay Maxol stations a visit anyway, as the petrol is way too expensive. But anyways.
The two of us dandered up and dropped into said Maxol station for the required gum. There were two guys behind the till having a bit of a chat, looking bored out of their minds despite the awesome (!) rave music playing on the radio. I looked at my friend, who had also noticed the dance tunes, and made a few dance movements for the banter. Cos I'm funny like that. Apparently there's no escaping the trashy music on a Friday night...
I picked up a packet of my favourite chewing gum, handed it to Mr Bored No. 1. He scanned it, and informed me it was 47p. 47p! I'd just been had.
So, if you fancy some hard core rave music on a Friday night, and overpriced chewing gum, you know where to head... read more