The Olive Shop.

Across the road there is a shop. It has a flashing OPEN sign so we can check its open from the window. This is usually where we go for late night snacks because Sunnys closes at nine. It offers a range of products, from bongs to olives displayed in a bowl which you can help yourself to. Appealing, no?

So N and I have become ridiculous once most in our quest for food. Stumbling across to The Olive Shop (unsure of its real name) and there is usually some form of gang outside with bikes and dogs staring at us because a.) we are in pyjamas, b.) we are generally ridiculous c.) have stained make-up from crying or d.) all of the above.

There is an excess of workers in the shop, unsure why as we suspect we are the only customers. Although there is usually some other people in there, making random purchases, such as one man buying a singular CapriSun for 40p(bargin.)

There is meat counter and I do actually question who the hell has ever purchased meat from there. For one there is no labels of any kind and it is debatable which meat is what. Another concern of mine is that the meat is just raw in the counter with no clingfilm or anything. And there are definately some hygiene issues going on in the shop. There is the familar smell of Hulme (marijuana) which is ever present as well as general musk which is unnerving to say the least.

Unfortunately this shop is our only option for out of hours snacks. And you have to spend over EIGHT pounds to pay on your card. £8. Ridiculous. An obvious ploy to bump up peoples spending.But luckily for us we saw through this. And even though N wanted to spend over eight pounds I restrained her because I could see her looking at the chicken carcus on display.

We are now going to count the days the chicken carcus remains here. Even though this would mean going to the shop every night...but this is something we are prepared to do.