Dead cats, Punto backseats and a car named Scat. My guide to car buying etiquette.

Car salesmen are one of those cliched professions, like estate agents, where we are led to believe that every single one of them would sell their own granny if it made them a couple of quid. Unfortunately in the case of car salesman, it is true. Not only would they sell their granny but they … More Dead cats, Punto backseats and a car named Scat. My guide to car buying etiquette.

Till death do us part. (Supermarket etiquette. Part Three)

Now that I have guided you through the etiquette for the supermarket car park and for taking yourself up the aisle it is time to approach the supermarket till and all of the etiquette risks that it holds. With the advent of self service tills, decision making has become a little more difficult when choosing … More Till death do us part. (Supermarket etiquette. Part Three)

White lines and massive kites. My guide to supermarket etiquette. Part one. The Car Park.

I’m not a supermarket snob, I’m as comfortable in Aldi as I am in Waitrose. One might be posh frocks and fancy pants and the other pockmarks and farty pants but that doesn’t mean etiquette standards should slip. The rules are the same wherever you shop. I’m not going to tell you where to shop, … More White lines and massive kites. My guide to supermarket etiquette. Part one. The Car Park.

Sweaty bellies, Ninja Turtles and Scampi Fries (A further guide to Metro etiquette)

We’ve tackled how to queue for a Metro and hopefully you have found a seat but you are still a long way from being an accomplished Metro traveller. Even if you aren’t seated, there’s a lot more to learn. Standing Due to the basics of supply and demand, not everybody can sit on the Metro. … More Sweaty bellies, Ninja Turtles and Scampi Fries (A further guide to Metro etiquette)