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Yesterday I went shopping at the local Tesco supermarket. For those not in the UK, Tesco is one of the largest supermarket chains in the UK and elsewhere. It is quite sophisticated in its data collection, with purchases made against a Tesco Clubcard stored in the databases of Dunnhumby, and rewards doled out to loyal shoppers depending on how much and what they buy.

Up until recently, you had to have an actual credit-card-sized card scanned with your shopping. But, lo and behold, they turned out an iOS app, which has a scannable barcode and the ability to put your coupons on the app, so that they are automatically redeemed. No more fumbling for paper coupons.

All well and good. I'd been using the app for a while, with no problems. All of a sudden, yesterday, it asked me to log in. When you discover that you have to re-login at the till (US=cash register) you don't have enough time to do this, so I said, "Screw this, I'll log in tomorrow." and scanned my actual card.

Today, before my shopping trip, I went to the app and tried to log in. It didn't take my password. I tried another one that could have been the one I used, and it wouldn't take that either. So, I asked it to reset my password, and followed the link.

The first time I typed in a password, it said I'd already used that password, even though that was the password I'd typed in the first time I tried to log in. So, I typed in another, almost immediately. The app said that the previous login had expired and I'd need to ask for another password reset.

Irate, I did that and managed to type in a password that it would accept. It then asked me to type in three digits from my Clubcard number! Livid, I got my Clubcard out and typed in those three digits (from an 18 or 19-digit-long account number, I might add), and finally got into the app.

Now you might well ask, what would have happened if someone else had gotten my password. They would first have had to steal my phone, log in to that, open the app, figure out the app-password, and they would get access to the equivalent of £6 and a few coupons. Horace's line comes to mind: Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus (The mountains are in labour, a ridiculous mouse is born.)

The rigamarole around the security of getting access to this app reminded me of Geraldo Rivera's hyping of Al Capone's vault and its fabled contents. He broke into it on television, and found (I believe) an empty whiskey bottle. Nothing worth locking up in that vault. Same with the Clubcard. While enough security to keep one's kids from getting into the app would be good, the level of security I had to hurdle is over the top. If I am logged out again and cannot get back in, I'm deleting the app. I shall go back to the card.
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I was in Tesco's yesterday, queueing at the only belt checkout open. In front of me was a very good looking young Afro-Caribbean man. Most of his groceries were already on the belt. He turned to me and said, "You go ahead, I have to get buns."

As he turned around, I saw that his butt, poking out of the top of his jeans and barely covered by his Calvins, was quite shapely and was the type that has been described as "a butt you could rest a pint glass on." I thought to myself, "You've already got 'em."

Shopping at Tesco is usually teejus in the extreme; not yesterday.
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The juicer

Oct. 6th, 2007 07:46 pm
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A while back HWMBO was awarded £250 in vouchers to John Lewis for being a very good worker at his job. We've been debating what to do with it, and he had his mind set on a juicer. Now I'm not particularly fond of fruit juice, but I thought, "Well, it can't hurt" so we went to Canary Wharf today to get a juicer at the Waitrose/John Lewis store in the shopping centre there.

Even though I've been working at Canary Wharf on and off, I've never ventured into the shopping center. It reminds me of Singapore shopping centres: there are stores galore underground selling all sorts of things, food, clothing, jewelry, sports gear, and the like. I shall certainly be haunting the place when the final job approval comes through and I am working there regularly (although if the job interview I had last week brings paydirt, I might not have the opportunity).

The Waitrose is three floors of stuff, and we got a bathmat and a pillow on the top floor (not what we came for, but side effects of looking for juicers), some bread and muffins in the food area, and an espresso pot and the juicer in the housewares area. Our espresso pot has gotten pretty dingy both inside and out, and it's hard to clean it. So we got a new one, which works a bit better than the other one and makes coffee just as tasty.

The juicer we got is the Philips 1858. We put a bag of apples through it tonight and got a glass of apple juice each. I shall have to investigate recipes for homemade V8 and the like, as I think those have a bit more potential for me to like. And we will have to get industrial-size crates of apples or whatever to make any useful amounts of juice. So I'll be researching recipes for a while. But, if it makes HWMBO happy it makes me happy.

Getting the darned thing home was annoying, as it's quite bulky to carry and they only had a rather flimsy large bag to put it in. We coped.

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