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From: Remi Category: Consumer Date: 03 August 2006 Time: 03:19 PM Review: I will never forget the sight of wonder that befell me my first Saturday of my London stay, I cycled to my local Sainsbury late at night and found scores of discounted food. I cared not that they would be detrimental to my health, nor that my friends would goad and jest me for my tightness, but I experience a supreme happiness when I chance upon discounted food. I feel that the true market forces are making themselves apparent. This is the actual price you should be paying for stuff. This is justice my friend. But sadly, it doesn't happen everyday, and like a drugman looking for his druggist I return to the store at the fateful hour of closure, hoping for a winsome bargain along with a wave of other mad daves and rabid roys. Alas! They have only a few marginal reductions of 50 pence, but that's something I whisper to my inner accountant, and walk off with Pizza Express fodder and a 10p cheesecake that I'm still thinking about now but not in the best of all worlds.