The business sense that made Morrisons | Letters

I met Ken Morrison (Report, 2 February) when I was a Saturday worker at Morrisons while still at school in the early 1970s. He then only had two stores, both in Bradford. One day I was throwing rotten cabbages into a skip. With my manager by his side he asked me to stop, pass him a cabbage and pass him a knife. He cut the end off, removed the rotten leaves, held out this white core of a cabbage the size of an orange and said: “We can sell this for three pence.” I’m sure when he