1964. As a young teenager, Dad gave me £2 and a shopping list to go into town and buy everything we'd need for the coming week (except meat, fish, fruit, veg and bread, which were all bought fresh every day from the appropriate shops). It was the first time I'd been inside a supermarket and I was overawed and confused. I remember standing at the tinned veg aisle unable to decide between two almost identical tins of peas - same size, same veg, different labels, one was tenpence, the other a shilling, and I couldn't understand why. In the end, I picked up the cheapest version of everything on my list - Dad was thrilled with the amount of change I'd brought back. Big mistake on my part, as supermarket shopping became one of my allotted chores from then on until I left home. 
The far left in France, could it happen here?


