Not Just Any Redundancies ...

When I got on the train this evening, sharing a strangely deserted carriage with a man wearing a Darth Vader mask, a couple wearing matching face coverings with (hilarious) mouths of animals printed on them (I tell you, it is impossible to board a train these days without your sides splitting all over the platform) and a very strange man wearing across his chin (but not his nose) what, I am sure, were his girlfriend's panties, I had with me a recyclable bag of not just any hopelessly expensive snacks, these were M&S hopelessly expensive snacks. Before dipping into it for my Colombian pomegranate and filtered Egyptian strawberry juice (I was warned that some of the contents of this delicious drink may not emanate from the British Isles) I spared a thought for those who were the subject of breaking news that Marks & Spencer ("that stalwart of the high street") is to cut hundreds of jobs as Coronavirus continues to give huge companies excuses to bin loads of people under the euphemism 'essential restructuring'. When we say 'hundreds' by the way, we don't want to be accused of exaggeration, there are actually nine and half of those hundreds from their head office and store management teams who stand a very good chance of not buying 'not just any food' for a very long time.