A couple of years ago, I did something very daring. I went inside a Co-op supermarket for the first time in my life. By Liz Hodgkinson
This may not seem a particularly intrepid act. But, when you have seven decades of snobbery about the Co-op embedded deep inside your system, it begins to make sense. When I was growing up in the then tiny town of St Neots, in Cambridgeshire, only common people shopped at the Co-op. Anybody with a bit of money, such as my mother, would get their shopping from the more expensive food and clothes shops, even when the goods were identical....
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