Night Shopping is a glorious time; a sanctifying time. For me, an insomniac who gets rather puzzled at it all, and who enjoys almond milk to an increasingly astonishing degree, there is nowhere better at 2am than Tesco.
Something wonderfully and brilliantly provincial is happening in force right now in London: the Saturday market is back. Communities across the capital are ditching their local supermarkets, meeting likeminded neighbours and indulging in a lazy cup of freshly brewed coffee while they're at it.
As a keen cook, I love cooking with fresh fruit and veg, but while I want to spend time going to Cardiff's Market and getting all my shopping, I simply don't have time to spend half a day walking there and struggling back with a load of food.
The reality of the 'get well soon, Earth!' campaign is a perverse self-importance. It tries, like all of us really do, to hide the deep ingrained desires of a human being or moreover any creature that has managed to survive this long.
In recent times many large institutions have suffered from a loss of credibility due to misconduct; the banks with their mis-selling of PPI and extravagant bonuses; the government with the MPs' expenses scandal and now supermarkets with this horse meat scandal.
The 'horsegate' story is set to run and run. It gives me no pleasure to say 'told you so' but I've argued for years that the industrialisation of agriculture, in order to get the cheapest food, results in ever lower quality standards.
It has been an interesting start to 2013 as far as the retail sector is concerned. We've seen the likes of HMV and Jessops collapse and we've heard all about how the big retailers - supermarkets especially - fared over the competitive Christmas period.