Bloody Tesco ...

You're everywhere. You think you're God's Gift to supermarketing. You are total )%*&(£$. You are parasites who nurture a fear that seems to reside in most of the population of this tawdry little island that it is necessary to buy Stuff .... NOW .... and that Stuff must be bigger, brighter, newer, noisier, quieter, smaller, more powerful, longer, shorter, anything, than last year's model which this year's model Stuff will replace.

But you can't find it within you to deal in a civil fashion with a customer query even when you've asked for that customer query.

The people responsible for Bloody Tesco ... for creating and maintaining the monster ... are here and what a sad bunch of jaded hookers and deviants they appear ...

Next time Bloody Tesco pisses you off remember to blame them; they're the ones in charge of it.