Monday, 14th October 2013

by Joshua Gaskell

In the West End to deliver a manuscript I buy, on a whim, a so-called “muffin” (it was in fact an American muffin – 1835 vs. 1703: no competition), and am astounded at the audacity of the price. The London American-muffin-price market is out of control. I’ve experienced paying through the nose for something, and paying an arm and a leg for something, but never before has being ripped off felt like having an arm and a leg pulled through my nose.