When I was a young boy, we used to go to Faringdon to buy fish from the fishmonger there. He was an honest man and generally his stock was fresh, but sadly, as with so many small enterprises of this nature, he was affected by the arrival of a supermarket: their fish was cheaper and, frankly, fresher than his, so he closed down. I am all in favour of an excellent small 'monger' holding out against the big stores, but closure in the face of something far better (and safer) ought also to be the fate of Alcocks: their meat is less fresh than I can buy down the street, and more expensive; their vegetables are well past their sell-by date; but more than that, the general sense is one of false bonhomie masking an unpleasant mix of unreconstructed male chauvinism, dishonest grasping and surliness. The premises would make a very nice coffee shop, with decent homemade scones and people who actually care about customer service. Time for change... read more