I rushed to Asda at 5 am. There was such a queue, I fought my way through it like a trapped rat escaping from its cage. I was even bitting [sic] anyone that stood in front of me and urinated to mark my ground.
In the end I just grabbed what I could: several bags of suntan spray. I paid for it. Got home.
Then I thought: but why do I need suntan spray? I am black!
I will sell on eBay and make money on it.
Capitalism: nailed it.
—”BlackChineseMan,” November 28, 2014 in “Black Friday fever: police deal with desperate shoppers,” The Guardian reader comment