You don’t go to the Asda Gosforth Superstore just because it’s big. You go because it’s reliable. It’s the place where you bump into your neighbour by the frozen peas, or have a quick, awkward chat with your ex while both pretending to be fascinated by the pasta shape options. It’s a stage for everyday life.
So next time you’re there, wrestling a trolley with a dodgy wheel or arguing with a self-checkout machine, just smile. You’re part of a beautiful, chaotic, slightly-eccentric community. And if you see a man buying fireworks in July, just nod. That’s Gosforth for you.
