When Shame Strikes at the Supermarket of Dreams

What's that you hear? Why it's the sound of the tiniest violins accompanying my pleading privileged poverty from one of Britain's most money neighbourhoods.

When you have a baseball cap pulled tight down like you’re a Hollywood actor on the down low all you can see is to the side and the floor. Peripheral vision is restricted. I was in a mighty pricy Holland Park convenience store (Supermarket of Dreams) yesterday and as I hurtled in for a small delicious costly fix of their premium Joe I noticed one of the…