ABSTRACT
PUSHING a trolley around a supermarket with Robert Opie is not an experience I shall ever forget. We are in the vast Tesco that now occupies the wonderful art deco former Hoover factory on the North Circular Road in London - spotless, broad aisles, generously lit - and all around us are normal people shopping in the normal way: stocking up on their favourite brands, selecting a tin of soup, dipping into the freezer, replenishing the toothpaste and soap.
