Katie Price

( SteveFrench Cardio is for homo's. do you even lift bro?, Mon 4 Oct 2010, 12:44, 3 replies)

I've ordered a custom guitar
It's going to take about a year to build, but when it's done it'll look something like this:



The artwork is from q4nobody's amazing gif. For those of you who don't know, the girl in the picture is Jessie...

It'll be the most expensive thing I own apart from my house... waste of money? No fucking way (although I bet Jess would disagree with me!)
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Mon 4 Oct 2010, 12:44, 37 replies)

Dodgy bin bag sale
Around 1995, got a leaflet through the door:
"Warehouse clearance sale...Game Boys £5...Hi-Fis £10...TVs £20...Community Centre Tuesday 8pm" or something to that effect. "I'll have some of that" thought I.

Many people had the same thought, the place was packed as the Cockney crook took to the stage. Holding an item above his head he says "Who'll give me £5 for this Game Boy?". A hundred arms shoot into the air accompanied by cries of "Me, Me, Me". He says to one of his helpers "Give it to the lady" and the Game Boy is "sold" to a woman standing near the front. He repeats this a couple more times so now three people are the proud owners of the latest in gaming technology and an excited crowd strains to contain themselves.

There is a brief pause in proceedings as some bin bags containing mystery items are brought onto the stage. The crowd chatter noisily until they are suddenly interrupted by the Cockney con-man shouting "QUIET!" followed slightly less loudly with "Please...Ladies and Gentlemen".

He continues by explaining that they've got far too much stock out the back to sell items one at a time so his lads have bagged up some stock and "Who'll give me £25 for one of these bags?". Arms in the air (including mine), cries of "Me, me, me", the boys walk around the room distributing bin bags full of goodies and taking the 25 notes off of the mug punters.

Now I was 99% certain before I bought the bag that it would be full of crap yet for £25, curiosity got the better of me. I ignored the cockney scammer's continued barking from the stage "Don't open the bags until you get home" justified by "We haven't got time, we have to get on with the sale" and took a peak inside.

My £25 bought me:
1. A battery operated carving knife.
2. A plain round plastic wall clock.
3. The crappiest camera I have ever seen, as someone later put it: "It looks like something you'd squirt water with".

I looked around and noticed that the rest of the crowd were standing obediently with their un-opened bags waiting for the next part of the sale probably thinking "Five Game Boys, that's Christmas sorted". The Cockney gangsters started to bring more bin bags onto the stage only these ones were bulky, filled with boxes of mystery items. The chief thief explained that there were three different bags to choose from each filled with "'Undreds of pahnds worth of gear". Each bag contained one major item, "Tools" was one of them, "Stereo" another, can't remember the last option. The bags also contained several smaller items to fill them up. The crowd were instructed to shout out which bag or bags they wanted and the cost? A mere £200 each.

Again curiosity got the better of me, though I had absolutely no intention of paying, so I shouted out "Tools". My bag was brought to me and my bank card taken away. The Cockney geezer was shouting "Don't open the bags here, wait 'til you get home" but I took a peak inside. The "Tools" consisted of a set of spanners and sockets which looked like they would snap if you tried to use them. There was another crappy camera and a mini radio and cassette player, the make may have been Alba or maybe it wasn't even that good.

There was a bloke stood near to me, he appeared to be in ecstasy, he had all three of the £200 bags by his feet. I said to him "Don't pay for them mate, it's a load of shit inside", he replied "I know" and continued to stare at the stage looking like he'd just been brainwashed.

One of the boys came back with my bank card in one of those carbon-paper slidey things that we all used before Chip & Pin. He asked me to sign my name. "I'm not signing that, give me back my card" I said. He got quite aggressive about it saying I had to pay, "Verbal contract, blah, blah" but I refused to do so, he eventually handed back my card and told me to "Fuck off out of my site before I get angry".

I went outside and had a laugh with a few others who had lost £25 that night. None of us could believe that anyone would hand over £200 for a bin bag the contents of which they hadn't seen let alone that some people had handed over £600 for three.

My bag of goodies went to a charity shop (and probably straight into their bin).
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Mon 4 Oct 2010, 10:50, 12 replies)

It was my birthday last week.
Despite being, in my opinion, too old for presents, I got money from my old man "to keep you going" he said as it fell out of the card.

the upshot is, I got a tank of petrol for my birthday. Not even really that much petrol either.

I miss the days of getting excited by a plastic gun that made sparks.
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Mon 4 Oct 2010, 5:09, 9 replies)

I hope it isn't
I qualified as a power kite instructor this summer. Total cost so far?

First aid course: £285
Instructor Course: £255
Travelling fees: £100 (Cornwall and back from East Anglia plus various others)
Accommodation: £100
Insurance: £288 per year
Extra equipment: Not all bought yet, but will be roughly £500 - £600


This is on a student loan. Also, I'll give you one guess concerning how many people want to learn an exclusively outdoor and wind-dependant sport in Edinburgh, in winter.


I'm hoping it'll pick up next summer, when I intend to live and work in Cornwall for a few months, but I think I'll be spending a cold and austere winter here.
( MatJ LOOK, Mon 4 Oct 2010, 1:40, 4 replies)

i am becoming a very angry person indeed
as my parents are not fantastically well off, i am funding my own masters degree... and there are too many rich people on my course going 'oh, i just fancied doing another year at uni'


GIVE MEEEEEE YOUR MONEY
(ladyintheradiator, Mon 4 Oct 2010, 1:28, 8 replies)

Today I paid my course fees
for my MA in Comparative Literature. It's the most money that's ever gone out of my account, and at the end of the year I'll probably be less employable (unless I score a PhD). So hooray for that.

Give me money.
( Pretender, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 23:40, 5 replies)

I'll freely admit it
I have one hell of an ebay addiction. I got my laptop from there, psp, several lego kits, a pair of jeans... the list goes on. And one day I got it into my head that I wanted a rug. So onto ebay I go, and I find what I'm after, bidded for it, and won it.

Here's a picture of it (click for bigger).



What I thought was something that was four foot by 6 foot, turned out to be in centimetres. It barely fits over my computer chair.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Sun 3 Oct 2010, 22:48, 9 replies)

I once bought a sweet...
for a penny. It tasted like soap.
I'll never get that money back.
( Mr Nerdy-Speccy-FuckNuts Ouchy ouchy wa wa!, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 20:26, 2 replies)

had 4 of these since 2000
spent well over 100K





honestly? if that's a waste of money then hanging on to it is fucking dull
( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 19:50, 46 replies)

probably a matter of opinion
for a little over a year now i have been rather taken with the sport of mountain biking.

after handing over just under £500 for the first bike i have ever owned that has suspension (my previous bike was obtained in exchange for a mop with a mates dad) and certainly enjoying many fun sunny saturdays at
cannock chase i decide i could do with a better fork (apparently £500 gets you an ok entry level bike that is worth upgrade later according to a couple of magazines)

so last january i parted with £175 for a new, better fork though in my defense it was reduced from nearly £300 in the sale which sat in its box for over a month before i could afford some other bits and bobs needed to fit the bastard to my bike

followed a few months later buy new brakes (again in the sale though £100 reduced from £150) the whole time met with disapproving glares from my other half and parents.

combined with a few other small upgrades (spent £40 on a 2nd hand xt rear mech and shifter which has been in a box for 4 months because i dont have all the other parts needed to fit it) and i have easily spent another £500 on my bike while at the same time trying to build up another bike after buying a second hand frame off ebay (again received by girlfriend in particular with more scorn)

so as it stands i have a shed with 2 and a half bikes in it and very little cash. winter is coming and after what riding in the mud did to my bike last winter i doubt that the urge to ride it will over come my desire not to spend a whole day trying to get my gear cables to come unstuck again. and i will probably be a bit overweight and unfit my next summer (not that i am particularly fit and healthy now)

is it a waste of money? well after much time spent with my mates tooling around at cannock chase, a couple of camping trips in north wales and some scary but massive grin inducing riding in the south of france last july i can say that is has been worth every penny but not everyone shares my opinion

apologies for length/ lack of funnies
( Reme Philips laid an epic dump on, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 18:56, 5 replies)

I bought some KFC last night
And promptly threw it all up because I have a stomach virus.




I don't care, it was delicious both ways!
(CactusZack Shaved his coin purse on, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 16:21, 7 replies)

Spent two grand on a leather three-piece suite
At Uno. Who didn't bother placing the order with their suppliers (who had stopped supplying them due to outstanding payments) and who went bust a few months later, taking a LOT of customers' money with them, including mine.

Why didn't I pay on card? Because I had a £600 discount for paying cash in full, that's why.

Oh, and after the Uno/World of Leather collapse a new company, New World of Leather formed, which pulled exactly the same scam on their customers a year later.
( eXOBeX, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 15:11, 5 replies)

Where to start...
In my younger days I was somewhat reckless with my money. I spent £2000 that had been saved up from childhood on going out, getting drunk and buying loads of cigarettes.

I spent a different £2500 savings on paying off a credit card I got in my mum's name also spent on going out, getting drunk and clothes shopping.

Now even as I am older I have bought things I never use:

- xbox 360
- Wii
- Gym Memberships
- George Foreman Grills
- Shares in Bradford and Bingley - thanks very fucking much for giving me such a great return(!)

I also think that buying houses is a waste of money. How much better off I'd be if I stopped at my mum's house.
(52486 office lolled on, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 11:22, 2 replies)

Flowers
Utter waste of money. If my plan for immortality fails and I should die, i DO NOT WANT FLOWERS.
( difficultchild, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 10:40, 13 replies)

The cinema
Post-post, pre-start-of-post EDIT:

Let's not turn this site into the comments section of YouTube, people. See my response to that cocksucker electric_goat for details. If you don't like something posted here, just move on.

If it's not bad enough that I've wasted my time posting this shit answer to the Q.O.T.W., and you've wasted your time reading it, you've then wasted more of your time replying to it.

Thank you, not just to the few people who didn't hate this, but to all of you that DID hate it, but chose to just move on to the next posting that was much better. Who says that apathy is a bad thing? And who cares?

***

[I feel another rambling rant coming on, people...sorry!]

I'm sure we've all done it - wasted money on going to the pictures for a film that looks great (or at least O.K.), only for it to be a big pile of steaming dog turd.

I've never really been in a position to waste much money, so in that sense I'm fortunate. I have exactly zero sympathy for people who've had shit-loads of money and just wasted it...if your business goes belly-up, or if you've been conned out of your life's savings by someone who pretended to love you and lied to you about being terminally ill, or if you've lost your house through circumstances beyond your control, then I have the utmost sympathy. But millionaires who lose their money, just because they can't keep track of it, make me sick. I could mention one in particular, but his money wastage is the LEAST of his sins, and shows you that Karma exists in some form, even if in some cases it's only a token gesture.

I could moan about all the money I've wasted on ex-girlfriends, but at the time it seemed like a good idea, I got enjoyment out of it (even if only in a limited capacity - like stopping them moaning about something for two minutes!), and it was part of being a good boyfriend - not a substitute for it. I'd rather get back the time and stress that was spent on my exes, thank you very much, not any money spent. The best money I ever spent was sending the love of my life a dozen long-stem red roses to her workplace for her birthday, and seeing how happy it made her (and, in regard to her, I'd just take the stress away, and have more time with her). I really do hate seeing women cry, but when it's out of happiness that you triggered, instead of sadness of any kind...well, it's the best feeling I've ever had. 12 years ago, that was, and it still brings a smile to my face.

So, although most people would consider me bitter over each of my exes for one reason or another (or plenty), I would never complain about the money I spent on them.

But wasting money at the pictures? Fucking hell, it pisses me off. And, again, it's not really the money wasted that gets to me - even if I'm skint at the time - it's the time wasted. And feeling duped by a trailer or a review, or even a recommendation.

Films aren't my main thing - music is. I can talk for hours and hours and motherfucking HOURS about the music that I love, but films are just there for entertainment, in my view. If I want mental stimulation, I'll read a book - there's no way I could sit through a 3-hour period melodrama about some obscure Russian poet who only Oxbridge students, or those wankers on those review shows, have ever heard of. But give me a mental, ridiculously implausible action film with loads of great stunts and insane violent fight-scenes, and I'm a happy man. You know, the kind of films where you just check your brains in at the door (The A-Team is a perfect example).

So when I spend good money, and a couple of hours, watching a film at the cinema, I expect it to be entertaining, even if it's a load of nonsense. But I can watch something less action-packed if I'm interested by the subject matter.

Which brings me onto the biggest waste of money I've ever spent at the pictures. Apollo 13. Now I hear some of you crying out that it won Oscars, so it must be good. Wrong. I've always been interested in space, planets, astronomy, and everything of that nature, so I was eager to see the film when my female friend suggested going to see it (I didn't think anyone would want to go with me). I knew it was based on a true story, and I knew most of the elements of said story, so I thought I knew how it would turn out.

Well, when I'd heard people say that they saw a film so bad that they actually walked out before it ended, I never got it. I could never see myself doing it. Until Apollo 13, that is. The only reason I didn't walk out of that piece of shit, is that I'd gone there with a friend. Absolutely, positively and undoubtedly the single worst film I've ever seen (and the second-worst was when myself and another friend rented out Snake Eyes a few years later, so I think Gary Sinise is somehow cursed).

And for anyone still awake after reading this so far, I might as well tell you about when I saw the He-Man film back in the '80s. Yes, I know it was actually called Masters Of The Universe (as was the excellent cartoon that it was supposedly based on), and my sister and her husband (still her fiancée at that point) paid for me to get in, but they wasted their money.

You see, I was a massive He-Man fan, and a 7-year-old boy when the film was released. My oldest sister had an idea that, for all the world, must have seemed like a good one at the time - she'd take me to see the film of my favourite cartoon. What could possibly go wrong?

Well, I sat there and commented on the first 10 or so things that the film had got wrong, but then I just gave up. There were far too many things to count. But, boy, all I did after we got outside was gripe and bitch and moan about what they'd got wrong, what they'd changed (which was pretty much all of it), and how I could have done so much better. I've always had a pretty good vocabulary, even when I was 7yrs old, but I'm sure I developed half of my current vocabulary in the process of slagging that film off.

Seriously, I just didn't shut up (a trait you're probably finding equally annoying right now, so apologies). Not when we got in the car. Not when we went to McDonald's afterwards. Not when we got back in the car to go to my sister's boyfriend's house (I think we all went back to watch a video, possibly in a vain attempt to stop me complaining). Not when we got there. And not even when my sister angrily rolled her eyes, and her boyfriend had finally had enough of my incessant fucking whining, and said "Right, you're going home" before they bundled me into his car and he put the pedal to the metal.

I didn't even shut up on the journey back home. (And I wondered why that sister never took me to the pictures again!) Or to my mum when I got there. I didn't shut up about how bad it was for at least a week, I swear. Looking back on it now, I think it's an O.K. film in its own right, but as an adaptation of the beautifully-made cartoon that I held so very dear to my heart, it sucked major donkey cock.

I never got Star Wars, but I know most B3tans are massive fans (going by the image challenge entries, anyway). So I'm sure most of you are aware of the legendary YouTube video where an avid Star Wars fan rips The Phantom Menace to many tiny pieces, and the video is actually much longer than the film itself. Well, I made this guy look like a rank amateur.

When my second-oldest sister (I have 3) took me to see Batman Returns five years later, and I thought it was a major disappointment, I just kept my mouth shut and thanked her for taking me to see it. She later told my mum how ungrateful I'd seemed (possibly in confidence, so as to not make me feel bad, but my mum has never had any such reservations), and my mum then told me. Man, I felt like such a cunt. From that moment to this very day, I always make sure that I thank somebody profusely when they do something for me, letting them know how grateful I am - I must piss people off with that, surely - because for some people, saying thank you and meaning it just isn't enough. I'm not taking that chance again!

So, yeah, I didn't shut up. Not in the aftermath of seeing that film, and certainly not in the answering of this Q.O.T.W.

I think I should shut up now.
(TheAmazingMeatMan ™ can't sing, but he's got soul, Sun 3 Oct 2010, 5:54, 19 replies)

Lots of tales involving breakups here...
Mine's not!*
Sister-in-law "needing" an emergency plane ticket home from the states after blowing all her money on her new (2nd) hubby whom she met online (WOW) only to have sussed that he's openly rooting some other girly that he met on (wait for it....) WOW = $2500. *All prices in AUD*
She stayed with us for a few days - daughter gave up her room and we all bent over backwards etc. to accomodate her. She asked for money to buy a plane ticket back there a few weeks later after snubbing us and leaving without saying a word to the missus = $800
She asked $180 for a haircut a couple of months ago - we both laughed at her. Too her face. For a long time. Loudly.
Monster-in-law bleating about hubby leaving her so I paid her rent in 1 lump sum for a while. They're still together. She then gave her grand-daughter back to her junky demon-spawn and we had to rescue the wee bairn 6 months later. Some months after this m-i-l is screaming & calling me a "fucking cunt" etc. in front of my kids and the neighbor-hood cause I'm too controlling ie. trying to raise the cuckoo so she doesn't grow up to be another self-centered junky leech. = $2500 + ongoing.
The cherry for me. Bought 1 of these. Put a 1tb & 640gb drives in to network house. Backed up EVERYTHING. Proprietary file-system shit itself after a few months with no way to fix the mbr (did I mention proprietary). Pics, mp3 etc. going back to '97 gone. I'm talking Audiogalaxy, Napster etc. and pics from our first digital camera. Fucking toaster. = ~$300
Btw, I love my missus - if the girls weren't awake I might even be tempted to snuggle up to her now & express some of that love! Yeah it's long but it was never meant to be a short tale- waste of time that would be!
Upon reflection it would appear that the sister-in-law did in fact end up breaking up with her hubby - so I'm wrong. Apologies.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Sun 3 Oct 2010, 0:14, 6 replies)

Dodgy Soho Bars
About 9 years ago, when I still lived in England, and was going through an epic dry spell, in London for the day, feel myself drawn to Soho to seek out anything involving naked women, go into some dive, pay an entrance fee of 15 quid, in the fucking afternoon, then spending 20 mins chatting to some plump tart in comedy lingerie, with a face like a slapped arse, and with rather limited Engrish skills. She asked me to buy her a drink, I do, some cheap-looking cocktail appears, I am told she is not stripping for several hours still, but I can wait. I realise I am not going to be seeing any nakedness, I get ready to leave, and am presented with a bill for 300 fucking quid! For mindless conversation with an ugly fat stripper! Cue me apologising profusely, and being escorted to a nearby hole in the wall to withdraw more cash, and me being left wiser, poorer and extremely frustrated...
(madoda, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 22:45, 10 replies)

Did anyone else buy the third All About Eve album?
What a stinker. I think you should be able to get your money back if a record sucks that hard. The cover also confirmed beyond all reasonable doubt that Julianne Regan is not as hot as you thought she was :-(
(rogerzilla, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 21:33, 1 reply)

I think we are the only species that has money
I think money wastes us
( horace wimp needs more than 49 characters to fully express hi, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 20:05, 14 replies)

Last night
In a fevered state of inebriation, I thought it would be a good idea to give a tramp £20 - because 'i felt sorry for him'.

This morning i woke up and realised that i could have spent that £20 on Godspeed you black emperor tickets instead.

I'm considering asking for it back. Explaining that I was in no fit state to be giving money out to people in need.
(mr-lizard Hell's teeth man!, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 19:06, 8 replies)

I bought a book of Maddy jokes
and now I can't use it cause Amorous Badger doesn't like them.
(CactusZack Shaved his coin purse on, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 18:36, 31 replies)

Orange Mobile phones, sorry this one has venom in it...
They would not allow me access to my phone account, because despite fulfilling all criteria They doubted I was who I said I was... So my sister phoned up, she was a senior manager with them at the time and she was allowed full access to my account because she knew the processes. A week goes by and my contract is due to expire. Yes, you read that right, I had a an expensive contract with the bastards, despite hardly using my phone. So still hoping for a good deal I phoned them up as they had asked me to do, via mail.

Only they would not allow me access to my account. I was straight on the phone to my sister, who made a few phone calls. She assured me I would now be able to sort out my phone. Only when I phoned again, Orange would not allow me access to my account. I told the chap on the end of the line to read the titting notes on my account and he told me that he had but, I could be anyone claiming to be me! I was passed to his supervisor who told me that she was unable to help me because I needed to talk to the accounts section, who would not allow me to discuss my account. I was warned that my language was too harsh and that they could put the phone down on me at any time. I was passed through to her supervisor, the super boss, who transfered me to accounts...

After three days, I phoned them again on the last day of my contract. I was paying £40 a month to have a phone that received more ads than messages and that I hardly used. They had capped my minutes accumulating because I had so many. Yet they still happily took my money. So I spoke to the first person and demanded very politely to talk to their supervisor, they tried to fob me off until I mentioned discrimination and possible lawyer involvement. I was passed up again and once again, got passed up the chain of command to the top pillock.

I made my case, I listed the complaints and then asked about Freedom of information and getting a copy of the notes on my account. The Lady on the end of the phone went very quiet. They had written some naughty things on my account.

The following day I opened an account with T-Mobile, who I never had a problem with. I had a £15 a month contract and actually managed to use my free minutes up on two occasions, putting my phone bill up to £20 each time. It ran for 18 months and was never as expensive or useless as Orange. I finally let it expire when they said that maybe I should consider a contract that would only cost me £5 a month... That really was how little I used my phone.

I see it as a service to tell every one who will listen that the mobile Telephone company Orange are evil.
( Rev. Jayneflakes Buy my book, I need the cash for drugs and hookers, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 18:12, 9 replies)

I fashioned a cummerbund out of £50 notes
It was a waist of money
(Frample Tromwibbler climbs an obstacle like old people fuck, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 17:36, 2 replies)

I guaranteed to support the Irish banks.
/B Lenihan.
( Dr Preference AjcuiVd289, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 14:40, Reply)

My friend was getting rid of his toaster, so I did a swap.
There wasn't anything wrong with the toaster. The trouble is that I swapped the dessicated corpse of Pharaoh Sobekhotep. What a waste of mummy.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 14:22, 3 replies)

Egypt
You can guess by the subject, it involves me being conned by a local, and my stupidity.

It stemmed from seeing all the shiny, colourful shishas lined up at the market stalls, amongst all the other tat which I was not going to fall for. But the shishas, they were definitely worthy of my hard earned pennies. Who wouldn't want one! (Anyone with sense apparently)

I approached the stall holder and declared my love for the smoking device, and after asking how much for one he told me it was 40 Egyptian Pounds (about £4). Bargain! thinks I, and walk away to have a meal, with the intention of returning and haggling with him down to about 25 squids.

Upon returning, it was a different chap so I asked again 'How much, good sir?'. '300 Egyptian Pounds, kind traveller!' was his response. But he wasn't fooling me, oh no.
'How dare you. I'll not pay one jot over £250!'...

I should have told by his humongous grin and wringing hands that I had done myself in with my own stupidity, and not taken a zero off the Egyptian pounds equivalent of twenty-five fucking English pounds. In my head, I still had the earlier valuation of £2.50 swimming around, and somehow thought I was paying that instead.

As my girlfriend and I skipped off into the distance thinking we had cleverly bartered with the locals and got a deal and a half. (they were nice enough to throw in the pipes, coals AND tobacco, how lovely!). I swear that as what had jsut happened properly settled in, I could hear them laughing and slapping him on the back, but was too embarrassed to turn around....

The worst thing isn't just that I only went out with 300 Egyptian Pounds, and handed over what was left AFTER paying for dinner, and still alarm bells didn't go off when I handed over the remainder of my wallet to the man. Nor is the worst thing the fact that we couldn't smoke it at the hotel, so we didn't get to use it there, instead forking out to use theirs.

The absolute worst thing is that when we returned home, the first time we used it, my girlfriend kicked it over on a mates carpet, meaning that we had to pay about £300 for the replacement of the carpet with all the burnt coal marks on it. This then broke the fucking thing, so we ended up paying about £325 for a fucking £2.50 shisha which we never even got to use properly...

Makes me want a roll-up...
(Scrumpy does not negotiate with terrorists,, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 13:00, 1 reply)

Guitar Hero 3
Having played this at a friends house on numerous occasions I really enjoyed it. So I begged Mr CS to get me one for Christmass. I have played it twice having vastly overestimated ones free time with a little Cockroach and a full-time job. That and the whole 'Unlocking' feature makes everything so tedious. Meh.
(Cockroach-Sombrero Cook Pass Babtridge, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 12:57, Reply)

oh dear
When I was small I jumped from a tree, got hurt and especially wasted m'knee...
(Ymob is a kaburu, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 9:59, Reply)

I bought a vintage Jag - how can that cost me money???
In September 2007 I won some money on an Australian tv gameshow, Temptation - think trivial pursuit for money. I had also done a shitload of annoying freelance work in the months prior, and my bank balance was sitting pretty. Feeling like a smug git, I bought a 1968 Jaguar Mark 2 sedan. I'd always wanted one, and it was beautiful.

Fast forward to 2010, and I'm desperate to sell the classic. Every month it breaks down and leaves me stranded (the highlight was new years eve 2009 when it broke down halfway up Melbourne's largest bridge on a 40 degrees Celsuis day...). It cost me $60 a week in petrol. Even with regular and horrendously expensive maintenance, a whole bunch of stuff is about to fail and cost me a bomb to repair.

After 6 months on the market, I managed to sell to a guy from Sydney for about 40% of what I paid for it. Including money spent at the Jaguar specialist garage over the time I owned it, I lost $29,000 on that car in two-and-a-half years. Perversely, I considered myself lucky as I walked away - the poor fucker who bought it was going to drive it from Melbourne to Sydney (1000km) that afternoon. I never heard from him again... I assume he made it.

P.S. The day I sold it I wrote myself a "don't buy any more classic cars" manifesto. And yet 2 months later I'm sorely tempted to purchase an MGA coupe. Glutton for punishment or what?
(Bungo wombling free in Melbourne, Australia, Sat 2 Oct 2010, 9:17, 10 replies)