We spent a lot of time on the road this past weekend, travelling almost the length of the country one day, then back the next.

This meant about every two hours stopping for coffee (for me) at one of those rip-off centres along the Motorways. “Services” they call them.

Don’t get me wrong, they’re handy – necessary even, to combat fatigue, ease aches, use the loo, re-caffeine yourself!

and then there’s the prices . . . . at one time ‘excepted’ as one of life’s little buggers (need fuel – 20p extra a litre please) – the rip-offs are so blatant it’s a shock.  It’s the –
‘If you have to get it now, here – where no rules of normality seem to apply – then I’m gonna charge you what the bloody hell I like, matey”