Yesterday was blighted by purchasing some young leaf spinach from Sainsburys and seeing the product described on the plastic packaging as having [shakes head again in disbelief] “creamy” leaves. Closer examination in my kitchen revealed a singular dissimilarity with cream. No cream colour, no similarity in consistency with cream, no possibility of whipping the spinach into soft peaks or perhaps pouring it gently over some fruit crumble. Clearly their marketing department are under the illusion that by describing spinach as having “creamy ” leaves, people are going to choose it over and above, I dunno, broccoli. “Dave, do you think we could describe this broccoli as being creamy?” “Not really, Simon, I mean, look at it.” “Yeah, no, of course, you're right. But we're definitely sticking with the spinach being creamy?” “Of course we are, man! This spinach doesn't sell itself, you know. While you're at it, stick something on there about it increasing radiance by up to 20 percent.” By all means describe soap as creamy, the head on a pint of Boddingtons at a push – I mean, you can even refer to cream as “really creamy” if you like. But not everything can be creamy. We all need to accept this. Obviously I shouldn't even be buying vegetables from Sainsburys at all. The guy on Tooting Market doesn't shout “Creamy Leaves! £1.50 a pound!” – and with bloody good reason. I must pay him a visit.

On Saturday I attended Nick's birthday celebration which involved a) going to Leighton Buzzard, b) getting on a very small train, c) travelling for approximately 2 miles at a maximum of 10mph up a narrow gauge railway through a few housing and industrial estates, and d) coming back again. Glorious. There was a small exhibition at the far end of the line. “Not many people realise the impact of the narrow gauge railway on winning the Second World War,” read a particular display (or words to this effect.) I'm guessing that the trains weren't used in a combat situation. Noting that 3 year old boy out-pedalled our train on his tricycle, we can reasonably assume that Panzer tanks would have made mincemeat of us.

I'm intrigued by the possibilities of last.fm, which I've started using. Although, my chart so far has been heavily skewed by a) listening repeatedly to one particularly track by The Profiles, b) having to review records I don't like for The London Line, and c) listening repeatedly to the Welsh station announcement I posted about a few weeks ago. Obviously everything you listen to gets slung up there, with no option of deleting any data. So I must be careful, lest my secret admiration of Whitesnake is unwittingly revealed. (Joke.)