Waitrose - Clerkenwell

Happy to shop here every day- The layout is great!

It's Waitrose so I am happy.....have been experimenting with this as a new Saturday shop venue. Pluses - its empty, lots of staff, loads of lovely things, good deli - Minuses - tiny so poor range, stock levels hit and miss, mini butcher. There is a Tesco express next door for out of stock items but this too is tiny and hit and miss.So not a replacement for a Saturday shop - back to Holloway next week but handy for a during the week top up.

Oh lovely Waitrose. The closest M&S is a good 7 minutes walk away so I'm quite happy to have this opening up nearby.

The main thing I want to note is that it isn't actually that popular. This has the brilliant effect of lots of near death date products being significantly reduced every single day? Fancy a bit of Foie Gras for £1? Pop in at lunch or at 5pm when all the reductions start happening. There's some yummy food bargains to be had!

Blimey, I’m reviewing a supermarket.

This sadly for me is undeniable evidence of the ageing process: despite my low slung jeans and dialect of a teenage truant, my uncontrollable pant-pissing anticipation at the opening of this Waitrose yesterday had me the most excited I have been since staggering about Hackney warehouses, immobilised by repetive beats and immoral living.

There I was grinning like a morphine-filled junkie and with a basket brimming with Ecover, freshly-squeezed juices (I am about as likely to be spotted drinking ’from concentrate’ as is the Queen ordering a Big Mac in her negligee) and an organic loaf and the store had only been open hours before I was already bitching with the staff about our dear blue and white striped friends opposite, who in my Friedmanesque opinion sell a far inferior range of goods and at far too high a price as hitherto there has been no competition.

The socialist principles of my distant past are hastily flung aside if it means I can get my hands on some Andrex Shea Butter toilet rolls and loose-leaf green tea, without paying through the nose, all thanks to some ruthless supermarket price wars.

I will next be spotted sporting a ponytail in an open-top Ferrari endeavoring to recapture my youth.