Ladies and gentlemen, my I take the great pleasure of introducing you to my local corner shop? Yes, RKP is where I go to buy cranberry juice for my cosmos, tonic for my gin and pipes of Pringles for my insatiable salted snack cravings. It is hard to go into great depth about it; they sell most of my essential food stuffs(Pot Noodles, Haribo Tangfastics and salted pistachios) and are open at hours when supermarkets have shut. If I were going to get critical, I’d perhaps say that the lighting concept is a bit harsh and the windows are too cluttered with posters for my liking. There are can sometimes be some interesting local young fellows lurking outside with their Staffordshire Bull Terriers — the cuteness of the dogs and the ridiculous tiny scooters make up for any sense of menace.