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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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An insult to hatchets everywhere
One day whilst on the phone to a friend who often goes by the name of Colin, he told me that he was looking to buy an axe in order to chop up some old trees in his garden before they could go on the fire. Since I was already in town, I said I would have a look and see what I could find.
Now, being a studenty type, I was drawn into the emporium of crap that was the local pound shop, where I just happen to find a hatchet. "Aha," thinks I, "why spend lots of money on an axe, when you can get a hatchet for a mere £2?" (why it was £2 in a pound shop I'm not entirely sure. I'm also not sure why they were selling hatchets in a pound shop.)
Anyway, I bought said hatchet and took it to my friends house in order to try it out.
I watched in wonder as Colin raised it up high above his head, and brought it down hard on a log. My look then changed to one of confusion as he lifted the hatchet back up revealing the tiniest of dents in the log, and one very flat hatchet blade. Now I'm not talking slightly blunt, I'm talking about something that now resembled a hammer.
Turns out it made a rubbish hammer too unfortunately, otherwise my faith in pound shops may not have been totally destroyed. Now he just throws it at a telegraph pole instead.
Length? He can hit the telegraph pole from 10 metres.
( , Fri 4 Jan 2008, 18:51, Reply)
One day whilst on the phone to a friend who often goes by the name of Colin, he told me that he was looking to buy an axe in order to chop up some old trees in his garden before they could go on the fire. Since I was already in town, I said I would have a look and see what I could find.
Now, being a studenty type, I was drawn into the emporium of crap that was the local pound shop, where I just happen to find a hatchet. "Aha," thinks I, "why spend lots of money on an axe, when you can get a hatchet for a mere £2?" (why it was £2 in a pound shop I'm not entirely sure. I'm also not sure why they were selling hatchets in a pound shop.)
Anyway, I bought said hatchet and took it to my friends house in order to try it out.
I watched in wonder as Colin raised it up high above his head, and brought it down hard on a log. My look then changed to one of confusion as he lifted the hatchet back up revealing the tiniest of dents in the log, and one very flat hatchet blade. Now I'm not talking slightly blunt, I'm talking about something that now resembled a hammer.
Turns out it made a rubbish hammer too unfortunately, otherwise my faith in pound shops may not have been totally destroyed. Now he just throws it at a telegraph pole instead.
Length? He can hit the telegraph pole from 10 metres.
( , Fri 4 Jan 2008, 18:51, Reply)
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