It’s a Tesco, innit? Which means it’ll by and large be a bit messy and not fully stocked, and have a weird, nonsensical layout. This one ticks all those boxes. Plus you have to pay for parking, which I find bizarre. Do I sound less than impressed with this Tesco? Oh. That’ll be because the last time I came here I got IDd buying two bottles of incredibly expensive wine, and as much as one should feel flattered, it was done in a proper patronising way that made me feel silly and I got flustered and felt like a right numpty.