Cheap Tat
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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Not me, but...
... My Nan. As much as I love her, is the Mistress of buying Cheap Tat.
Ever since I was small and suffered the ignominity of being dragged around North Weald Market as a small Gonad, I saw nan part with numerous amounts of cash on 'bargain' (i.e. a load of shit courtesy of the back of a lorry) goods. This money could have funded a small war in Chechnya.
Now, the worst thing I am sure she has purchased come courtesy of the BHS summer sale in 2007. I went over to the UK to visit friends and family, and my nan deemed that I looked like something from the KGB in my long black denim jacket. As a result, I was regaled with a Pond-Green pseudo Cow-Skin jacket, rather like the one fellow B3tan PJM described. You know, the sort that's favoured by Eastern European builders for about £20...
Not only did I look a right twunt because it made my head look like a peanut due to its puffy form, but I couldn't live with the shame of essentially a plastic jacket at the end of the day...
Length. Oooh, about several inches of mottle green Vinyl.
( , Fri 4 Jan 2008, 14:44, Reply)
... My Nan. As much as I love her, is the Mistress of buying Cheap Tat.
Ever since I was small and suffered the ignominity of being dragged around North Weald Market as a small Gonad, I saw nan part with numerous amounts of cash on 'bargain' (i.e. a load of shit courtesy of the back of a lorry) goods. This money could have funded a small war in Chechnya.
Now, the worst thing I am sure she has purchased come courtesy of the BHS summer sale in 2007. I went over to the UK to visit friends and family, and my nan deemed that I looked like something from the KGB in my long black denim jacket. As a result, I was regaled with a Pond-Green pseudo Cow-Skin jacket, rather like the one fellow B3tan PJM described. You know, the sort that's favoured by Eastern European builders for about £20...
Not only did I look a right twunt because it made my head look like a peanut due to its puffy form, but I couldn't live with the shame of essentially a plastic jacket at the end of the day...
Length. Oooh, about several inches of mottle green Vinyl.
( , Fri 4 Jan 2008, 14:44, Reply)
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