Yesterday I was chased out of my local supermarket by the store manager. This wasn’t some sort of Antony Worrall Thompson incident, though for one horrible moment that thought did spring to mind. As a result I’ve been giggling all over again at my favourite AWT jokes* ever since. The manager wanted to know why I’d been taking pictures in the store. Apparently it’s not allowed without permission. Oopsy. Oh, dear reader, the perils of being a print anorak! I’d taken a picture of some rather fetching printed bunting, which was doing a very good job of highlighting a baby and toddler promotional event around a particular aisle. I hadn’t noticed this particular kind of point-of-sale treatment before so thought I must take a pic to add to the collection of print-related bits and bobs on PrintWeek’s Twitpic channel. In future I must learn to be more discreet when wielding my camera phone. Either that, or I need to make a trip to Counter Spy for some sort of covert device. I’ll definitely still keep taking the pictures one way or another, though, because from the mundane to the magnificent (per recent visit to the St Bride Library), these items provide a year-round reminder of the some of the points made in our annual Power of Print report. Meanwhile, I shall be extra careful to make sure all my cheese and wine has been duly scanned at the checkout.   *Why did the chicken cross the road? Because it was stuffed inside Antony Worrall Thompson’s jacket.   “Welcome to Celebrity Ready Steady Cook. So Antony, you had £5 to spend... what's in your bag?" “Organic chicken, langoustines, rice, stock, wine, scallops, onions, garlic, stilton, brie, goats-cheese and three bottles of Cava and a bottle of Blue Nun and I have £2.74 left over.”