THE STATE OF THE MARKETS

supermarketA story related to me yesterday proved something of a belated realisation of how choice – that buzzword so beloved of the Thatcherite mindset – can actually kill competition rather than encourage it, narrowing the field as opposed to widening it. Supermarket staff collected the day’s newspapers into a bundle, ready for return to the distributor, and commented upon the fact that not a single copy had been sold all day. Now, one could view this as yet another sign of how Fleet Street’s physical produce is increasingly redundant in the face of online news-surfing, especially when a rapidly dominant generation have grown-up without the daily paper as part of the household furniture; or one could view it as a telling comment on the paucity of good, authoritative and expert journalism in an industry that has pensioned off its veteran scribes in favour of zero-hour interns who source their scoops from websites; or one could even suggest it was simply a quiet news day, wherein tiresome scaremongering over Brexit or freak weather conditions or the Duchess of Cambridge’s new dress just weren’t intriguing enough headlines to warrant a purchase.

However, perhaps context played its part as well. The supermarket as an emporium of everything can subconsciously place every item on the same uninspiring level, so that a newspaper is no more essential or important than a can of alcohol-free lager or a dishcloth or a Pot Noodle – all mass-produced packaged products on display in an indistinguishable parade of mediocrity. The illusion given – and one that was often regularly noted by those raised in Eastern Bloc Communist countries of old when they first shopped in the West – is a dazzling selection of choice that is done with the customer in mind. Every item is available in half-a-dozen different brands, for one thing. But it only takes a few cursory trips up and down the aisles for one’s senses to be battered into choice overload, so that each brand actually blurs into the next and the overall effect is counterproductive for the manufacturers.

The first supermarkets I remember were the old-school sort – Hillards, Fine Fair, Safeway – small, proto-convenience stores that essentially specialised in tinned food. If you wanted a newspaper, magazine or comic, you had to go to the newsagents; if you wanted to read something more substantial, you had to go to a bookshop; if you wanted something to listen to, you had to go to a record shop; if you wanted something to wear, you had to go to a department store; if you wanted booze, you had to go to the off-license; and if you wanted a pint of milk, you had to wait till the milkman deposited one on your doorstep in the morning.

By the 1970s, television advertising and the supermarket were established enough fixtures for a generation to have risen with precious little knowledge that their pre-eminence within the culture of the country was a relatively new development. A clear sign that the supermarket was going from strength-to-strength came when the high-street was regarded as an unfit environment for containing the ambition of newcomers to the brand, such as Asda, a company originating in Leeds. In the early 70s, Asda began to open a string of huge superstores or ‘hypermarkets’ away from the cramped clutter of the high-street and geographically isolated from the competition. Just as the high-street supermarkets had undercut the corner-shop, the new superstores undercut the high-street supermarkets by offering an even greater range of goods at even cheaper prices. The ‘hyper’ prefix to these awesome retail monoliths came from the fact that they combined the traditional food-based stock of the supermarket with the wider selection of a department store, creating venues that housed all of the average shopper’s needs – needs that had always necessitated a trip to numerous different shops in the past – within the confines of one huge multi-purpose establishment. They were effectively a king-size corner-shop.

Whereas shopping had once been a daily tour of the high-street for the housewife, the social changes that had taken place within British society in the 60s and 70s had spawned the need for a new kind of shopping that catered for these changes. The superstores being erected on out-of-town land some distance from the high-street meant many were only accessible by car, and as most cars were very much boy’s toys at the time, hubby’s participation was required. Thus was born the weekly family shop. A full week’s worth of shopping couldn’t be carted home on the bus in a couple of carrier bags as the daily shop had, so a car was necessary to transport the amount of goods back to where they could be consumed.

It took a while for the arrival of the British hypermarket to seriously damage the high-street; even in the 70s, car ownership was still relatively small, and those lower down the social scale remained dependent on a shopping trip that could be undertaken on foot or by public transport. For the time being, high-street supermarket chains retained their place at the heart of the community, the place they had stolen from the corner-shop. The deregulation that went hand-in-hand with privatisation in the second and third Thatcher Governments, however, had a beneficial effect on the high-street supermarkets in that it enabled them to remake and remodel themselves as small-scale versions of the hypermarkets, expanding the range of choice available so that even pedestrians or users of public transport could theoretically purchase the same variety of goods as the motorist.

What this sea-change in choice did for specialist shops that previously had a monopoly on goods that had been unavailable in accessible-on-foot supermarkets was nothing short of disastrous. There is one remaining newsagent in my neighbourhood, whereas I can list perhaps half-a-dozen supermarkets off the top of my head – everything from Proles paradise Aldi to the Snob’s retail Nirvana, Waitrose. And I cannot remember when I last saw a pint of milk on a doorstep.

By contrast with the friendly, chatty ambience of the sole surviving newsagents I use, the supermarkets I know have an impersonal, disorientating effect on me; standing in line for the check-out whilst a pensioner dithers over her lottery tickets can end up being an existential exercise in pondering the futility of life, the universe and everything; and while I appreciate that could just be me, I surely can’t be alone? The supermarkets are now so huge and so powerful that they can not only threaten dairy farmers with bankruptcy by demanding their produce be sold at such a low price that profit is minimal; they also contribute to the overall homogenisation of the physical shopping experience and minimise the opportunity to enjoy the personal touch that the specialist shop can still give the customer if they’re allowed to keep trading. But I realise the masses like the convenience; and if it’s convenient for them, it’s convenient for everyone. That’s choice.

© The Editor

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3 thoughts on “THE STATE OF THE MARKETS

  1. The one constant in the retail sphere since the war has been change. My mother used to do daily shopping at the dozen or so street-end independents in our terraced neighbourhood of the 1950s, venturing to the local town usually only once a week, limited by lack of transport, brats in tow and cash-flow. The supermarkets’ appearance in the 60s was a revelation in both choice and efficiency and, as you observe, they progressively morphed into hyper-markets and out-of-town retail parks, following (and perhaps also stimulating) the growth of personal mobility.

    The last decade has seen some reversal with the emergence of the local chain convenience stores, the Tesco Express and Sainsbury’s Local, again changing the dynamic of domestic shopping.

    Now we can add the internet to the mix, with all the existing majors scrabbling to maintain their volumes by having a competent mobile/on-line/delivery presence, before the big global players like Amazon can snatch it all away. I’ve no idea how that will play out, or what the retail landscape will look like 20 years from now – what can be certain is that it will be different, because on-going change is now part of its DNA.

    Whether it’s the choice that drives the change, or the change that drives the choice may be a chicken-and-egg argument, but there is no doubt that in the 60 years I have observed it, retailing has been continually moving, changing, developing, morphing.

    Back in the 1950s, my mother had no choice which greengrocer or butcher to use, by the time she died early this century she was overwhelmed with choices, brought about by a competitive market-place, striving ever more creatively to separate her from the contents of her purse. Overall, this was not a bad thing for the customer, offering a far wider range of products at sharper prices, so on balance I look forward to the next generation of retail change positively ……… but I may be wrong.

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  2. There have definitely been many times in my adult life when I have been, in the cliché, cash rich and time poor. The supermarket presents convenience – exactly that. And yet I have often pondered how odd that as a species we have come to this: stoically wheeling little trolleys round a big warehouse, total unaware of how or from what our food is sourced. And then it goes further – they remove the check out person. You get to talk to a machine. The low point came at Christmas when I as I collected my shopping the machine wished me a Happy Christmas.
    Fuck off, I replied.
    In fact, if I want really top food I go to the farm shop, or the butchers and greengrocers in the local village – in which respect I am blessed. Here something called “social interaction” takes place, and “conversation”. And the fact is I get much better quality products for much less. There is a place for supermarkets, but let’s hope we never lose the personal touch.

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    1. Agreed, Gildas – I too patronise selected local independents and enjoy the different customer service approach and some considerably greater quality where it matters.
      But what most of us have now is choice – a wide range of channels now exist and, if we have the funds and the time, we now have the facility to choose which items we source from which vendors. Let’s face it, an Andrex bog-roll is the same Andrex bog-roll whether you buy it from Waitrose, Home Bargains or the corner shop, only the price and the intercourse may be different. But a rib-eye steak is another matter – with that carnivore’s delight, the quality factor can easily trump the price and convenience of Tesco, especially once it’s been turned out onto the plate.
      My local butcher still survives against the pressures of Tesco, Aldi et al, largely because he has a loyal customer-base who are prepared and able to pay more for quality. I hope many such vendors continue to plough their different furrows in the retail world, so that future generations may also get to make those choices, which earlier ones never had the opportunity to do.

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