Balls
When I was about 6 years old (in the 70s) my parents took us to some village fete. They bought us kids a ticket each for the tombola. Now I was shy delicate little girl, so when my number was called out I was embarrassed to go up and get the prize in front of everyone. However, my parents made me "be a big girl" and do it.

On handing over my ticket, I was presented with a grotty catering size tin of meatballs in gravy - the 70s version of Happy Shopper brand - with the matching ticket sellotaped onto the top. I was mortified. Could barely hold the tin up. It was about 2kg. They wouldn't swap it for the sweets, or even a can of peaches. Bastards. I never entered a tombola again.
( Lherkin, Thu 28 Apr 2011, 22:57, Reply)