There is a lot to be said for selling your soul to the devil.  Look at the success of odious ginger dwarf Anthony Worrall Thompson, you can not tell me that hasn’t come without the help of Lucifer himself.

Not only has he opened a ‘Grill’ nearby (which incidentally has had some of the worst word of mouth reviews I’ve ever heard) but he has now opened another shop a few doors up the road.  I guess his new shop could best be described as a delicatessen.  I have not been in, obviously.

“Have you seen AWT’s new place up the road?” asked my friend Amy.

“No.”

“It’s great, they’ve got loads of fresh food in there, lots of delicious treats.”

“Right.”

“That’s not the best bit either!”

“Oh?”

“No!  They cook big joints during the day so you can have freshly cooked meat sandwiches at lunchtime, and also a more traditional meal in take-away form in the evening.”

“OK.”

“Plus they do fresh bags of prepared ingredients so you can cook your own dinner at home, to match some of AWT’s recipes.  All the food is healthy, free from additives and I think there’s a lot of organic produce too.”

“So what did you buy?”

“Erm, some wine.”

So you see, when it comes to lining the pockets of AWT, there are some things even the Devil can’t do.