Food

Here's some real shit:

Walked a mile or two to get some groceries including, crucially, cocoa for the aforementioned chocolate Guinness cake.

Walked along a main road for part of it - 2 lanes of traffic at a standstill. All the way to the trading estate with a B&Q and an M&S Foodhall where I'd heard there was some of the last cocoa in town.

At first I thought it was a big accident but no sirens. Then I assumed B&Q had fucked up their click and collect dates and everyone had turned up at once.
I stood in the queue outside M&S where someone told me they'd been queuing for over an hour for about 2 miles.

"To come to M&S?"
"No." He pointed through some trees. A KFC drive through had opened up today - queues for miles and hours.

The more I looked, the more fucked it became. People honking / shouting at each other / drinking cans of rattler on car roofs. One particularly fucked looking dude who was wearing some brown stained kecks and nothing else screaming David Grey's Babylon at the top of his lungs while he swung a traffic sign he had pulled out of the ground.

Legit end times moment.