I was cruising to the race course to see a man about a horse when I decided I’d nip into the Spar and buy one of those oh-so-gorgeous imported Cherry Cokes (Al Gore loves this type of excess), when I found myself wandering the deep blue yonder.

I was mincing from aisle to isle like a proper tart! (Did I really write that? Probably not. It’s all in your mind Sean. Outrun this one last unicorn into your Ritalin cage, and you’ll be fine)

So I was in the coffee aisle listening to my iPod.

How funny is it that you can be dressed pretty suave, in like a shirt, tie and waistcoat and chicks are going “Oh my word, that guy is so date-able!”

What they don’t realise is that my iPod playlist consists of nothing but The Bee Gees and Elton John, ha, hilarious! I love the fact that no one knows what you’re listening to, it’s absolutely hysterical.

But for those of you with a taste for the finer things in life, it can’t possibly get more awesome than the Rosmead Spar stocking Zebra Pate. But don’t worry if that’s not your thing, they also have Wildebeest as well as Crocodile should you want!

Zebra, rosemary AND wine, good grief!

They really do have quite a range in Spar, from imported products such as Cherry Coke to local things such as tinned zebra.