I don't know what I paid for it
There are too many daft purchases to count (including three musical instruments I don't play) but one stands out. On a truely pretentious evening I was watching From Hell and managed half a bottle of absinthe (the commercial stuff, I'm not daft enough for something authentic). My housemate (who mercifully drank the other half) came out of the experience fine. I woke up with an exercise bike en route courtesy of eBay.

Now there is a slight issue with this. At the time I had back trouble so severe I couldn't sit on a bike let alone peddle a fake one. I'm talking months of physio so out of all the other crap I could have bought, why that? Secondly the boggering resistance is knackered so it puts up about as much resistance as *generic celebrity on drugs joke*

It is now my post modern clothes horse and I intend to win the Turner prize for it

If I could ever meet drunk Gherkinlasagna I have a few questions for her
(Gherkinlasagna is probably doing something stupid on, Thu 21 May 2009, 14:03, Reply)