Call me a grumpy old man if you like but I would like to mention a little thing that annoys me. I get really fed up with young lads that serve me in supermarkets and call me "mate". "Alright mate? Got a dividend card, mate? Need a bag mate? Can I be your mate, mate?"
Anyway just to pre-empt the forthcoming flood of comments about not shopping in supermarkets - living in a small town means that one has to use them. For example, Tesco is the only place I can get Orecchiette pasta from. Just because I can't pronounce it doesn't mean to say I can't enjoy it. Tesco is one of my least favourite supermarkets, too (after Asda and Lidl). And they employ kids that call me mate, did I mention that? Oh well. Here's another Private Eye cartoon from the 70s: