Down on our luck, and still 48 hours from giro day, The Tavistock Society needed to invest its 78 pence wisely. Only after spending 38 of our pences on clothes pegs with which to clamp shut our nostrils, did we dare enter this ‘supermarket’. We spent the remainder of our funds on sour fruit and rotten vegetables with which to sabotage a local ‘funrun’. Unfortunately, because of the unsuitable attire of one of Lidl’s female employees that required formal reprimand, The Society missed the main peloton of competitors, and only succeeded in ambushing some slower laggards belonging to the local Boy Scout troupe. Some of the parents are still troubling us with crank calls.