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OneEyedMonster remindes us about the crap you can buy in pound shops: "Batteries that lasted about an hour and then died. A screwdriver with a loose handle so I couldn't turn the damn screw, and a tape measure which wasn't at all accurate."
Similarly, my neighbour bought a lawnmower from Argos that was so cheap the wheels didn't go round, it sort of skidded over the grass whilst gently back-combing it.
What's the cheapest, most useless crap you've bought?
( , Fri 4 Jan 2008, 7:26)
OneEyedMonster remindes us about the crap you can buy in pound shops: "Batteries that lasted about an hour and then died. A screwdriver with a loose handle so I couldn't turn the damn screw, and a tape measure which wasn't at all accurate."
Similarly, my neighbour bought a lawnmower from Argos that was so cheap the wheels didn't go round, it sort of skidded over the grass whilst gently back-combing it.
What's the cheapest, most useless crap you've bought?
( , Fri 4 Jan 2008, 7:26)
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Happy Christmas, ducky
By December 1999, my erstwhile flatmate R and I were both poorer than we had ever been, and Giftmas was approaching. I scrambled together enough money for a couple of pints of milk, some sugar and some butter to make fudge, believing that a cheap handmade gift is worth many expensive bought ones. I was successful, and have repeated the gift every year since: I am an annual fudge-packer. (My white chocolate, cinnamon and chilli fudge is highly sought-after.)
R didn't have the funds even for this. Redemption for him came in the form of a net of rubber ducks: five for a pound. So it was that his gifts that year amounted to one rubber duck for each set of grandparents, one for his parents, one for his sister, and a spare, just in case.
They weren't even large rubber ducks.
( , Fri 4 Jan 2008, 13:49, 1 reply)
By December 1999, my erstwhile flatmate R and I were both poorer than we had ever been, and Giftmas was approaching. I scrambled together enough money for a couple of pints of milk, some sugar and some butter to make fudge, believing that a cheap handmade gift is worth many expensive bought ones. I was successful, and have repeated the gift every year since: I am an annual fudge-packer. (My white chocolate, cinnamon and chilli fudge is highly sought-after.)
R didn't have the funds even for this. Redemption for him came in the form of a net of rubber ducks: five for a pound. So it was that his gifts that year amounted to one rubber duck for each set of grandparents, one for his parents, one for his sister, and a spare, just in case.
They weren't even large rubber ducks.
( , Fri 4 Jan 2008, 13:49, 1 reply)
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