Crappy Prizes
Competitions, raffles, give-aways... sure the prizes look great, but don't they always turn out a bit crap should you happen to win them?
The last raffle I bought tickets for, they'd just given away the all-expenses paid weekend in New York when my number came up. Rushing up to find out what I'd won, I was a little disappointed to be handed a box of "Biscuits for Cheese". Especially as they were busy serving the cheese course (complete with biscuits) as they drew the raffle.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:16)
Competitions, raffles, give-aways... sure the prizes look great, but don't they always turn out a bit crap should you happen to win them?
The last raffle I bought tickets for, they'd just given away the all-expenses paid weekend in New York when my number came up. Rushing up to find out what I'd won, I was a little disappointed to be handed a box of "Biscuits for Cheese". Especially as they were busy serving the cheese course (complete with biscuits) as they drew the raffle.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:16)
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Few years ago now
But on a last day of term one year (I think I was about 11, so 1992) one of the teachers brought in "blockbusters" the game (all the fun of blockbusters without bob holness or any redeeming features).
So I teamed up with the second cleverest kid in the class (I was obviously cleverest) for the teacher's wonderful end of year blockbusters tournament. There were heats and everything. Eventually we got into the final against some pair of intellectual no-marks. It was easy. A shoe-in. Job done.
So after the inevitable trouncing we gave them, we were presented with our studenty general knowledge, bob holness-inspired hyper-prizes. A fucking quality street each. One, piddly little mini fucking chocolate. And she didn't even have the sheet, so we didn't know what they all were and I ended up with a coffee cream or something equally rancid. And then everyone else got one anyway. Hmmph.
( , Tue 9 Aug 2005, 1:50, Reply)
But on a last day of term one year (I think I was about 11, so 1992) one of the teachers brought in "blockbusters" the game (all the fun of blockbusters without bob holness or any redeeming features).
So I teamed up with the second cleverest kid in the class (I was obviously cleverest) for the teacher's wonderful end of year blockbusters tournament. There were heats and everything. Eventually we got into the final against some pair of intellectual no-marks. It was easy. A shoe-in. Job done.
So after the inevitable trouncing we gave them, we were presented with our studenty general knowledge, bob holness-inspired hyper-prizes. A fucking quality street each. One, piddly little mini fucking chocolate. And she didn't even have the sheet, so we didn't know what they all were and I ended up with a coffee cream or something equally rancid. And then everyone else got one anyway. Hmmph.
( , Tue 9 Aug 2005, 1:50, Reply)
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