Actually, the shop was in the middle of a row of derelict High Street retailers and seamstresses that had gone bust because they kept stitching each other up. (What?) It just happened to have a funny name - The Corner Shop.
I was just about to pay for the can which had a price tag of 50 pence, when I happened to notice its use buy date was 15 years ago. I pointed this out to the owner of the shop called The Corner Shop.
'Oh my goodness gracious me! That is truly now an antique. I am afraid I have to charge one pound for it.'