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December 28, 2004

It's not just for Christmas, it's for Ebay

So, it’s all over for another year. They were so keen to tell us about Christmas in November, the things you must buy, the things you must eat, the things you must do, the things you should watch on television. And what happens the day after Christmas? The same people show adverts which basically say ‘ha ha, I can’t believe you bought that DVD player at that price, you believed us! I tell you what pop in tomorrow and we will have the same DVD player for 50% less, in fact all the other things we said were brilliant were actually crap, and that’s why we have got a clearance sale tomorrow”.

With unwanted Christmas presents totalling 1.3 billon pounds this Christmas, it’s not surprising that Ebay is set to record sales figures in the upcoming months. Apparently, the top reason for unwanted Christmas presents is ‘Lack of usefulness and sheer bad taste’. And a quick look on Ebay confirms this. “A black and sparkly thong, unused and too small”. Now, did he have to try that on at Christmas in front of his partner, or like me, be honest this Christmas and say it was going on Ebay?



And then there were the damn stupid. I found a bright red body warmer. The woman said in her advert “My husband bought this for me for Christmas but forgot that I am no longer a size 14-16 because I am 8 months pregnant!”. Are you having a laugh? How can your husband forget that you are pregnant? You probably remind him about the fact every day. No, more like, it looks horrible, it will fit, just don’t want to tell him you hate it.



And then there was a guy who had put four ‘unwanted from Christmas’ Vintage t-shirts up for sale. Now, I’m not being funny, but when his missus says “John, how about wearing that vintage t-shirt today” and he says “errrr, it’s in the wash”, she is going to say, “What, all four of them”.



When I read “It has been blown on a few times” I thought I had clicked on the wrong site. But, no, someone got a clarinet for Christmas and didn’t want it. I mean, surely that’s the sort of thing you would only ask for. It’s not as if your parents are walking past the shops and say “hey, that’s a nice clarinet, I know she cant play an instrument but it’s a good starting point”. I can only imagine that after she taken a token couple of blows, she confirmed the worst.



Pics..............

I nearly ran the dog over in my car on the Christmas day walk....ooops.


Time for Christmas dinner, I pulled. The Christmas cracker.



The ten minute traditional thing. Watch the Queens Christmas speech. She always speaks a load of turkey if you ask me.





I love annoying the hell out of my sister, especially at the table...



Me, showing how happy I am at Christmas, a time to be jolly. Yes, whatever.



mum opening my presents..... just be honest and say it's crap... you are far too nice mum.



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