Drunk eBay-ing..
I once bought an huge wooden box covered in purple shag carpet and a zebra print carpet front on it, which I planned to turn into a quad-box to use in my totally awesome band.
Three years later, when I decided to move house, the quad-box was still unfinished. And I'd been kicked out of the band.

I didn't take the box with me..
(r0ach, Fri 22 May 2009, 1:29, Reply)

I once went in with six other mates.
To buy a bridge, trouble is, the deal we had to sell it on, seems to have fallen through.

Does anyone want to buy a bridge.
( Wildheart Baby. Drunken Mess In A Good Way, Fri 22 May 2009, 1:15, 3 replies)

In hindsight...
I've got tickets to go and see Taking Back Sunday.

And i've already asked somebody to come with, so i pretty much have to go.

My inner emo is loving this.

Also a three foot tall ninja statue, with an extremely sharp sword attached. No need for it whatsoever.

And the novelty has worn off the Nintendo Wii.
(KneelDiamond, Fri 22 May 2009, 1:10, 1 reply)

I am a violinist
On occasion. I was wondering around the local auction house a few years back when I was a much smaller MatJ who was looking to upgrade from a 3/4 size violin to a full size effort. I spotted one in a tatty looking case and, although it had some damage and a tatty and probably fake date stamp for 1876, persuaded my mum to buy it.

Paid? £62 inc. commission.

The stamp was genuine.

Value? About £1000.

Plays fucking nicely too. Best impulse buy ever.
( MatJ LOOK, Fri 22 May 2009, 0:40, 1 reply)

Bring back analogue TV
Being broker than a broke thing in the land of broke I dont do impulse buys.
No matter how much that shocking pink shopping bag appeals, it cant win against a supermarkets own budget brand of bread that will feed me for 3 days, 5 if I scrape the green bits off.
I'm also an ostrich in regards to technology.
If I dont understand it I ignore it.
For the last month every time I turn my TV on I get a message that I'm going to lose this channel when digital switchover happens.
I ignore it, keep ignoring it until a couple of days ago when I realise that at midnight I will lose any TV.
Now being a saddo that cant do without TV, I know that the time has come to buy one of those set top box things.
I ring round to find the cheapest available , and living in the arse end of nowhere, a one horse town where the horse just died, and I dont drive and buses are one a day to anywhere with real shops, cheap isnt going to happen.
So I wander into the only place within walking distance intent to buy the only freeview box they have, a mere bagatelle at £34
(damn Argos online at being out of stock for their £15 ones)
Then the salesman informs me that my current video player wont work the way it did before digital and wont record a channel I'm not watching and I need to upgrade my machine.
Now I had just left a meeting with my bank manager informing me that I was less than a year away from being bankrupt.
I did say I had to buy a freeveiw box that day but would get the cheapest available.
I was frowned at.

So instead of buying a cheap freeview box I ended up buying a freeview playback digital recorder at 5 times what I was expecting to pay.
My credit card winced.
It was an impulse buy, it was also bullying by the salesman, so a few days ago I could have posted this on last weeks QOTW.

And its crap!
The user manual may as well be written in mandarin, my TV reception is crap.
I dont want to know how much my call to the switchover helpline call centre cost me today.
They did talk me through resetting the machine ( That I paid far too much for)
And that was a waste of time.


As an aside, my first thoughts that I went from 4 TV Channels to over 60 was woooo!
50 of them are total drivel not worth the air time

Sorry long post, distinct lack of teh funniez.
But Ive just spent more than i can afford on an impulse buy that is crap
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Fri 22 May 2009, 0:02, 8 replies)

Oh, the memories.
- Ticket to Blizzcon '08. What a fucking nerd.

As it turned out, an old highschool friend was getting married on the second day of the con - had to hop a train, train was an hour late, arrived just in time to look like an idiot trying to barge in on their ceremony, felt flustered and embarrassed so had a quick cig and a cry, and then had to catch the train back, tottering all the way in high heels that hadn't been properly broken in. Did I mention that I'm a rumpled, hobo-y mess at the best of times? Didn't even get to have any of the undoubtedly delicious dinner, and is there another reason to attend the blasted things?

- A handful of commemorative spoons from various "noteworthy" places. One being the Coca-Cola factory from Godknowswhere. Can't remember now; makes them rather pointless really.

- A pack of cigarettes, which jump-started my habit. Damn it all.

- A miniature (about 12" long) shopping cart. I actually like this one. It just sits on my dresser looking amusing.

- About a million bags and pairs of shoes. I had a tire burst on the freeway once and had to call for a tow truck, as I know about as much about cars as Death knows about lowercase letters. I was suitably horrified when the nice man turned up and popped the trunk to reveal three large shopping bags worth of shoes - all mine - that I'd abandoned in there over the course of several weeks, as I would inevitably run out of the house in the morning barefoot, shoes in one hand, keys in the other, bag and other accoutrements balanced in the crook of one arm. I also didn't know the spare was under the carpet. I'm sure I'm blonde in every sense but the literal.

- A 300$ ring. I wear it every day, though, and love it, so I have to admit I don't think it's a waste.

- Lots of clothes that I should have realized wouldn't fit.

- About 800$ in computer parts. Now, I wouldn't say I regret it (too much), but one might think that food would have been a priority at the time, as I was living on rice, condiments, and the occasional goodwill of my friends. No? Well then.

- Two 'commemorative' postcards off eBay, to the tune of about 60$. Horrifyingly enough, I was sober at the time.
(Rem Sir, why are you thrashing about on the floor?, Thu 21 May 2009, 23:45, 4 replies)

auctions
shortly after moving into a new flat i noticed i walked past this auction-house every day, 'hmmm...' i thinks to myself, 'gotta give that a go sometime' having never been anywhere near one before.
the next week i dragged one of my mates along and we bought our little laminated numbers and proceeded to wander round...
i spotted a few boxes of toy cars (i'm a little boy trapped in the boy of a 34 year-old man)and decided i'd break my bidding cherry on them, on the strength of 'oooh, i used to have that one... ooh! and that one too!!' *clapping*
anyhoo, £8 lighter i'm the owner of 3 boxes of random toy cars. feeling chuffed i nip out for a ciggie. 5 or so minutes later and i stroll back in to see my mate with his card up. while i was gone he'd bought a 3 foot clock (broken, and looking suspiciously like a sunday in the shed effort upon inspection, 6 (count 'em) boxes of assorted ceramic tat, a rocking horse, another box that had an old lamp, a decanter, a tin coffee pot and some other bits and bobs and a bloody massive horrid horrid horrid standing lamp like yer granny might own.
in his own words, when questioned upon the reasoning in all this madness:

'well, no-one else seemed to be bidding on them....'

he'd spent £86, he had to make two trips to get it all home, and its all still untouched in the garage.
(cheese-on-toast, Thu 21 May 2009, 23:33, Reply)

Virgin airlines...
I just bought an aeroplane (a Cessna 172), using a credit card with a ridiculously high credit limit. I must be out of my fucking mind!

I am qualified to fly it, but I can't afford to, thanks to the outrageous interest rate and bankrupting minimum payment. So, it just stands there... looking wretched.

I might try using it as a greenhouse and grow some tomatoes to recoup some funds.
(DJ_MicroClimate, Thu 21 May 2009, 23:32, 8 replies)

A copy of the film "Pi"
Enough said.
( Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Thu 21 May 2009, 23:29, 5 replies)

Last week, in a second-hand bookshop in Newcastle...
...I found that evidentally someone geeky had recently died and their family had sold their book collection, for pretty much every Star Wars novel *ever* was in there for rather cheap prices - £1 or £2 each mostly. So, bearing in mind I had to walk 2 miles back to my flat from the city centre, what did I do?

Yes.

I bought a large proportion of said collection, those I didn't buy being due to already owning them or already knowing they were shit. In total, about 30 books, 6 of which were hardbacks. I then proceeded to carry them in thin plastic bags all the way back to my flat, which made my hands hurt like hell. Worth it though - means I won't need to look for anything to read for the next few months!
(Lord of Balrogs, Thu 21 May 2009, 23:21, 1 reply)

I wanted to be a pugilist
...so I bought an 80lb bag and a two station bag stand.

I have maybe used the bag (aside from a clothes rack) and associated equipment a total of 7 times since then (fall of 2007).

It gets better. I got the bag as part of a home gym setup. So what did I do the next spring? Bought myself a gym membership for my birthday.

Anyone want a bag, bag stand, wraps and gloves?
(blinkin the merrily misanthropic IT gremlin, Thu 21 May 2009, 22:28, 2 replies)

Alone on New Year's Eve
not long after finishing my first Christmas job, feeling that combination of giddy with money, lonely and the not-inconsiderable three glasses of amaretto I'd drunk, I decided the only way to stop me feeling so shite was to buy stuff.

I bought a ukulele, because I liked the shade of purple it was.

I still can't even fucking tune it, never mind play it.
(and now for someone completely different, Thu 21 May 2009, 22:28, 3 replies)

Books
Last summer, I went to a house-party for a beverage or two. This was not an inconsiderable beverage or two. Some wine, punch, and rum may have been consumed with gay abandon, followed by some gin, supped lovingly from the bottle. The night disintegrated rapidly from there, setting the scene for a mind-blowing hangover.

Morning duly arrives, and my breath and head are both heavy with gin-and-kebab fumes. A couple of hours of chatting with other house-party survivors, and some water, gave me the sense that I had escaped major hangover. I really did feel great. Really great. So great, in fact, that as I strode out into the street my inner monologue went roughly like this.

"wow, what a nice day"
"I feel great, almost like a normal person out for the day shopping. not a drunk rolling his way home"
"I AM a normal person just out shopping, this is fine"
"wow, a second-hand-bookshop, I'll have a look. That's what normal people do when they are out on a sunny day"
"I'll get these three books, they are only a pound for the three of them"
"this is a great decision"

With the benefit of sobriety and hindsight, those three books were not the wisest of purchases. They were too big for my bag, and had to be clutched all the way back on the bus, like some treasure I was guarding.

Worse, once sober, they were about the 3 most boring books I had read. On one, the most exciting passage was the ISBN number. None of the three I managed to finish, despite heroic effort on each one, and they were consigned to the dustbin of stupidity.

Length... about 7 or 8 hundred pages altogether.
(Serotonicity was a naughty boy on..., Thu 21 May 2009, 22:11, Reply)

My car.
I had to sell my old car due to rust, so I started looking over the Auto Trader website for one of these:

www.parkers.co.uk/cars/mazda/mx-5-1990.aspx
(Yes, a hairdresser's car)

My dad found a prime 2003 specimen with 35 - 36K on the clock in bright red with a hardtop. I was too scared to test drive it, so my dad examined it closely and thrashed it a little around a B-road.

I spent a little under £6K for it without even starting the engine myself.

I love it. Best impulse buy ever :)
(ElectricMonk is falling awake on, Thu 21 May 2009, 22:08, 2 replies)

Mine are
My rollerblades

and my unicycle

I'm crap at both.
( thistle, Thu 21 May 2009, 22:00, 3 replies)

Whoops. Seemed to have summoned a demon from the netherworlds.
As you do.

I was perusing a bookshop t'other day (one that might sell wet pebbles) and found an interesting book on demonology. Not something that I ever found any previous interest in, but the book captivated me. Twas weird, it was. But I bought it, and went home.

So looking through it, I found a chapter on Summonings. This was a really bad fucking idea. My good Catholic mother didn't raise me to summon evil forces from the nethermost pits of hell - that's what my brother was for. But again. I felt an odd compulsion to carry out a summoning.

Now, a Summoning is easier than you think. You need chalk (ELC), candles (IKEA tealights) and obviously a bell (front doorbell) and a book - well I do have my confirmation bible, so we're all set.

So anyway, I am set up. Have gone into the kitchen, marked out the squiggly lines as per the instruction manual, and put my tongue through the kind of workout that the Swedish Lesbian Olympic Cunnilingus team usually perform as a warmup.

The air went cold. A deathly breeze came through the kitchen.














And fuck all happened. I closed the patio door and went to bed, disgusted.

That night, I lay dreaming, wondering why I hadn't summoned a demon.

OH BUT YOU DID

My testicles retracted into my body. Fuck knows how I managed not to void myself all over the bed. The voice came straight into my skull, not through my ears. As if it was in my mind already.

"Who...who are you?" I timidly asked.

MY NAME, HUMAN, IS IMPRONOUNCABLE IN YOUR TONGUE. I AM CALLED OLXZZZGNUGAGAGVNYRRR, BUT YOU CAN CALL ME...OLIVER. I SHALL BE HERE SOME TIME

So I had really fucked up this time. I now have my own private demon. I would walk down the road and cars would crash into each other. My holiday to New York in September 2001 was slightly spoilt. Grannies would drop dead of heart attacks as I passed.

I

Was

Fucked.



By now, I looked like Gollum with scurvy. My hair was lank and my skin was the colour of dead fish. I never left my house. I gave up work. Everywhere I went, everything I did, Oliver was there.

One day I could take it no longer. I'd already tried the exorcism page in the book. I felt my own actions were becoming less and less under my control, so I banged on the door of my local church. The priest came out and gave me one look and nearly recoiled in horror. He grabbed his rosary for protection.

"Dear God, child. What's happened."

"Demon...inside...please exorcise me."

The priest dragged me in. Luckily, Fr Michael O'Meara (any name that Irish should come with its own sack of potatoes) was an expert in demonology. He set up a bell, book and candle and performed an emergency exorcism (is there another kind). The lights flashed and eventually exploded, shards of glass flying across the room. Our faces were cut and blooded, but we didn't notice.

Suddenly a feeling like a firework went off in my skull and again I heard the eldritch voice.

YOU MAY DEFEAT ME HUMAN, BUT MY WATCHERS WILL BE KEEPING AN EYE ON YOU EVER MORE. JUST ONE SLIP, AND YOU'RE MINE. (Oh by the way, your mum sucks cocks in Hell. Sorry, it's a contractual thing.)

Both me and the priest collapsed to the floor.

"Thank God for that" said the priest. "It was only a minor demon. Much more and we'd have been goners."

I thanked him profusely from the bottom of my heart (and later from the heart of my bottom).

I know I'm free, but I also know that Oliver is out there still, waiting for me. And I can feel his watchers constantly looking at me, watching for any slipup.

You see, I have to be careful of Imp Ol's spies.
( Undercovercarrot got done for gross misconduct on..., Thu 21 May 2009, 21:58, 12 replies)

i hate lists as much as you do, so i'll keep this brief.
purchases of the last six months :
1 pair of highly expensive quality black teashades (see profile) that i can't wear without looking like Bram Stoker's fucking Dracula or a mark-chapman-obsessed-with-john-lennon type.
a 5' by 7' union jack bought while drunkenly patriotic.Hung in my room, makes me look like a BNP boot boy.
A brockhage pick gun that I ostensibly bought for 'hack value' but really bought for a spot of flatmate-burglary, shortly before i realised i wasn't Arsene fuckin' Lupin.
A case of Absinthe,just before being diagnosed with a stomach ulcer and prohibited from spirits.
Eskrima rattan sticks,bought from Fleabay while drunkenly considering my increasing beer belly.in the back of the cupboard.
Red Converse,which i bought on the strength of Sin City,the only purchase I have yet to regret.
Some people should not be allowed debit cards. I am one of them.

EDIT : Bought a USSR flag today for it's aesthetic appeal.And a complete set of Homer,Gibbon's Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire,the complete Oscar Wilde....fuck it!
(Fuckpig "That's not even a pound a midget.", Thu 21 May 2009, 21:55, 7 replies)

Ebay is evil
Its like Crack for a junkie, or in my case fuel for an inveterate magpie like myself.

My downfalls on this purveyor of assorted tat tend to be things I have a wild idea that I can fix and adapt into something interesting, but in the end never do, and Cameras.

So after the last attempt I now have a lawnmower engine, and assorted kids bikes that I was thinking of converting to into a gokart, along with other oddly shaped "useful" stuff.

The cameras are of course something else.

Now I know its fashionable on teh interweb, to brag about buying the latest 100 gigapixel Nikon/Pentax/Sony plastic POS that takes crappy pictures and eats rechargeables for breakfast. Thats not what I collect.

We are talking here about old fashioned cameras. Ones that take proper film. I've bought 35mm SLR's of all sorts (at least 5) box cameras, Box brownies, folding cameras that take proper rolls of 6cm wide film, stuff that I can't even get hold of film for anymore, but I thought looked cool. Developing kit, tanks, all sorts.
Half of it is all piled up waiting for its turn outside.

Upside, at least this doesn't cost a fortune (£30 for a mint 1930's folding camera), and even better the looks on the faces of the purchasers of aforementioned 100gigapixel trinkets if you are standing next to them taking a picture. Priceless.

Length? About 5 foot long, 35mm wide, and paper thin
(Sir Tainley Barking Ezekiel 23:20, Thu 21 May 2009, 21:51, 4 replies)

I watched V for Vendetta
and was so impressed I went to FleaBay to buy the mask. A quality one, not the cheap flimsy crap. 'It'll be good for Halloween' I thought.

I found one, advertised as "a high quality, heavy duty replica, the same as seen in the film". I bid £26 and won.

When it turned up it was indeed a cheap plastic flimsy piece of crap. One of many impulsive wastes of money.
(Sir General ***WoW***, Thu 21 May 2009, 21:26, Reply)

Oops.
I bought a semi-acoustic electric mandolin once. I only went in for a plectrum.
(Wascally Weasel now with 100% fewer jokes., Thu 21 May 2009, 21:25, 2 replies)

Damn Zombies.
When I was about 12, I seen a copy of Dawn of the Dead on the shelf in ASDA, for about a fiver. I liked the front cover, and never really thought about zombies in that much depth before. I thought I'd buy it. For a laugh. Ever since I watched it, I've now seen pretty much every film with a zombie in it, read the Zombie Survival Guide and World War Z cover-to-cover more times than I care to imagine, and own all of the Walking Dead comic books (so far). All of this from one silly little pre-pubescent impulse buy. I'm a zombie for zombie stuff.
(almightyjoey is most likely listening to Electric Wizard on, Thu 21 May 2009, 21:13, Reply)

A car.
But not a Honda Accord. Oh no.

This was one of the most fucking twatty things I have ever done. To this day the phrase "Oh God what the hell came over me?" is still uttered.

So, there I was, in the showroom, waiting whilst my current car was in for repair AGAIN (due to major engine management problems - luckily all covered by warranty.) And I saw this...



Well, for those of you who don't realise what that is, it is a Citroen C4. But not any old C4, ohhh no. This was a special edition. A "C4 by Loeb." (Sebastian Loeb being a WRC driver who raced Citroens.)

"CAn I help you sirrrrrrr?" A greasy salesman slimed his way up to me.

"Er... No. I was just looking. It's pretty though."

"Very pretty sir. There are only 400 being made throughout the world. It's a special edition."

400? Wow! So, this might be a good purchase!

"So" I venture. "How much are we looking at?"

"Well sirrrrrrrrr" the emulsified goatfondler oozed. "It's a bargain. Only *COUGHCOUGHHOWFUCKINGMUCH?*

"Ah. Right."

"So how much are you paying per month at the moment?"

Anyway, negotiations were entered into, and a deal was arranged.

"Now sirr, if you just sign here and pay the deposit, then we can get it prepared for you."

"Ooh ta."

So out I trot, going home to see 'im indoors.

"What the fuck do you mean you've bought a new car?" he gently queried.

"Nonono..." I explained. "It was a bargain. Look. Here's the paperwork. I'm going to end up paying less."

"What's this £3000 charge here?"

"What charge?"

"This final payment charge."

_"ohfuck"

So the next day I phone up the garage to cancel my order.

"Sorry sirrr" the cockweasle smarmed. "You've signed the contract now. It's legally binding."

"OK, I have a few concerns. 1, you never told me about the final payment, nor did you tell me you were signing a contract.

"Oh I can assure you I will have done sirrr."

"Cunt."

So, off I go to pick up a new car, that a) I don't want and b) is going to cost me a fucking fortune. I then write a letter to the MD of the car company (ignored) and to CAB who tell me, unfortunately, the law effectively has me over a barrel.

So 3 months later I sell it at a 2 grand loss and buy one of these (2nd hand) which I love and have had ever since.



So, if any of you fancy buying a car from Springfield Motor Group in Newcastle. Don't. They're beef curtains.
( Undercovercarrot got done for gross misconduct on..., Thu 21 May 2009, 20:47, 9 replies)

Sex...

I was pissed and she was cute - at least with beer goggles on. She said she'd blow me for 50 Deutschmarks (approx 20 quid). Had to pay another 50 just so she would show her tits.

It was still shite.

Never again.

Partly because it was so shit and partly because I'd like to keep seeing my kids during the week.

BTW this happened before I met my now wife.
( bierbelly, Thu 21 May 2009, 20:37, Reply)

Impluse buy ! I bloody wish I could.... read on
so here I am after finally persuading myself that now is the time for me to splash out on a shiny new pc. Let's face it the old one has been on the go since 2002 and as a part time graphics and web guy the thing has brought me much cash over the years and owes me litte. She's just getting slow and sleepy and even after a few strip downs and rebuilds she just wants to retire. Now I'm trying to save for a house so the savings should take priority but surely a new pc will help keep me indoors working on personal projects and maybe the odd game.

After trawling the web for what pc I decided on the dell xps studio desktop, looks the mutts nutts for around 1200 euro with a monitor. So with an eir of balls to the blues and all that I ring Dell to play the 'will I won't I' game with their enthusiastic sales bod. After a few number selections and diversions I get put through to this chap with a strong Indian accent, fuck thinks I, this is going to take a while... and it did, an age to get my name right, and the lengthy discussion that followed, whereby he wanted all this personal information whereas I was only enquiring about the price was quite funny.

'NO SIR, NO SIR, I MUST HAVE NAME AND ADDRESS BEFORE PRICE'

'NO SIR I MUST HAVE YOUR E-MAIL ADDRESS... I NEED IT SIR' all done in that very serious indian tone... and pushy ? sweet jesus

'WHEN ARE YOU BUYING SIR?' 'WHAT IS CREDIT CARD NUMBER?'

really I just want to enquire about the price for now... (I would have purchased there and then had I been 'plaumaused' a bit more, you know a bit of small talk, a few giggles, works wonders for sales folk..

it went on like this but then the cherry...

'can I get that machine with xp instead of vista?'

'NO SIR - YOU CANNOT HAVE XP - DID YOU SEE AD ON INTERNET FOR XPS WITH XP ? NO SIR , YOU DID NOT SIR . . . . YOU MUST HAVE VISTA... WHEN YOU BUY ?'


eh, I think I'll call gateway thanks...


will endevour to post something funny later on...
(The Cats Twat, Thu 21 May 2009, 20:28, 7 replies)

I was thinking
"Nope, I haven't really made any stupid impulse buys lately, at least nothing expensive or useless."

Then I noticed, sitting on top of my computer here...



Useless bloody thing. Bought it six weeks ago, got bored within a week.
( Dave McF wrote some words on, Thu 21 May 2009, 20:13, 11 replies)

i don't ever buy anything online anymore
one of the strange things about my flat is that it sets on the edge of a strange rift in reality that produces the unusual effect of gathering all mail towards it. It's a well-researched phenomenon, akin to Biros wandering to unspecified points far from their origin (biromatics).
To be brief : every piece of mail ever lost ends up either at my flat or at a poor sod's place in Houndsditch. Often it's stuff with no address, or a cryptic,illegible address written in some ancient dialect, so there's not an emo's chance in Glasgow of it getting to where it's supposed to go. So for now I am the guardian of this rift in spacetime.
In the last week I have recieved :
A nurses badge.
Six golf balls.
The BNP newsletter.
A pair of shoes i did order from Amazon,followed by exactly the same pair that I didn't order or get billed for.(??)
A 16GB sandisk USB.
And a photo of a microlite.
These are merely monday-thursday stuff.Most of the crap has to stay here as there's no return address.A few get sent off to where they're meant to go,but I have a feeling they'll be back.
The downside of living in this goldmine is that you can't own it - you can only be the custodian of the crapmine.i'll miss all the crap,as I move out next tuesday.But it will be nice to no longer have to spend ages in the post office returning shit.
this story contains only a minimum of embroidering and poetic license.
(Fuckpig "That's not even a pound a midget.", Thu 21 May 2009, 20:02, 1 reply)

I got an ebay account midway through my degree
and have spent my student loan on many of the following:

- a Sylvanian Families toilet with real flushing sound
- a string of pink fairy lights from China which have since broken
- sew-on patches for every country I've ever visited
- black lace-up goth boots I've worn out of the flat once because I walk like a flid in heels
- black corseted goth dress I've never worn out of the flat due to gaining weight from having a desk job and not looking as good in it any more
- a Japanese sailor fuku outfit that sort of fits

The worst thing lately is working in central Ashford, which means I usually spend my lunchbreak in the shops in town, and I often come back to work with total crap:

- a coaster that says "get out of my way, I'm fabulous"
- a USB hoover that has less power than a Toyota Prius
- a USB hub that broke within a month and prevented Windows from starting up
- 8" black patent heels to wear to an internal awards ceremony that wouldn't look out of place in a Soho dungeon and nearly crippled me the one night I wore them
- a black lily plant (today, in fact)
- a "USB vibrating massage ball" (even I admit this one was a joke, but it was one English pound!)

Technically, too the PS3 was an impulse buy; then-Mr Maladicta and I had decided to go into town for something to do and realised we had enough cash, plus trading in his 360, to acquire one, and came home minus 360 and games, with PS3 and LittleBigPlanet.

I've just bought a new PC and it's cost me most of this month's wages (which hit my account last Friday). I need to be kept off the internet and out of the shops for the next month...
( Maladicta, Thu 21 May 2009, 19:59, 2 replies)

A quickie
What I set out to buy:The latest Fortean Times. Approx £3 at the time.
What I ended up buying: A stereo. Approx £250 at the time.

I suspect this is something blokes are especially prone to.
(Big D, Thu 21 May 2009, 19:55, 2 replies)