R S Mccoll

McColls is the ideal example of how a good location can bring success to even the crappiest and most overpriced rip off of a shop.
With prices that dwarf all of its local competitors, it really is convenience alone that appears to continue filling the coffers of these A holes.
As many of the other reviews have alluded to, this joint is over priced and sells nothing that justifies the massive hike in price.
Are you ready for a great big collective raspberry aimed directly at the face of the McColls… one, two, three pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffttttttttttttt!!!

R S McColl gives me the rage.
If shops could smirk, this one would be doing that right in your face, because the crafty business mogul who cosied McColl’s up beside the subway is a horrible genius. You know you’re going to be running late one day and you know you’re going to have to get a bottle of water from here, even if it is against your better judgement.
With just under a pound for crisps and a filthy amount of chewing gum, McColl’s are daylight robbers positively feeding off the recession. But they conveniently place themselves where they know they’ll make a ton of money, meaning we get mugged when we go in to buy a morning paper. I cringe to think of how much profit they made when our beloved Woolies shut down… brings forth all sorts of dirty words from my mouith but I’ll refrain from using them. This shop doesn’t deserve a second thought.
They don’t even have much in the way of food, jeesh!
But most infuriatingly of all, the staff are always super pleasant, and since I’m not the type to go in and shout at people who don’t deserve it I am pleasant too. Just remember it’s not the staff who set the prices, it’s the bloody board of greedy directors. So I’d recommend you steer clear of this money grabbing place as much as you can.

Like others have hinted, this place is also an immense source of frustration for me.
For one, despite promising myself for years and years I would never visit again, somehow I always find myself in a predicament whereby I’m racing for the subway, the lights have changed and I want a sandwich. Well damn you RS McColl for being the only feasible option, and stealing three pounds from my wallet for the sort of meal my two year old nephew would turn his nose up at.
We’re not just talking above average in terms of expense, we’re talking 60p for chewing gum, 70p for cans and 80p for crisps.
And damn you RS McColl for having such friendly staff which extinguish my rage just when I’ve spent my whole queueing time preparing a rant. Instantly «I hate this place with a passion» turns into a meek «thanks». Gah indeed.

Gahhh, how irritating is this place? The amount of times I have sworn I will be organised and get my chewing gum, newspaper, Lucozade, in a reasonably priced newsagent. Of course it never works out that way. It’s location right beside Hillington Subway Station will always win out.
The man with the grey hair who works behind the counter is always friendly though.

I have a long standing dislike of this particular RS McColls (or sorry– McColls as it’s now known). Nipping in to grab a can of red-​bull and a packet of chewing gum on the way to school should cost more in the region of £1.75-£2 than the eyebrow raising £3.25
Having forfeited my dinner money as a result of buying a packet of crisps and bottle of water on the way many to school many a time, this shop has earned not only my ire but also also served to make me more appreciative of alternative, and fundamentally better, shops in the area. Steer clear.

Just your average overpriced newsagents.
Hangover cure #261:
Heat — £1.65
Bottle of Irn Bru — £1.20
Packet of Salt and Vingear Squares — 71p
Thank you, please.