There is a floating frog pondlight that is as far from a Wow Deal! as imaginable and something that I thought were Star Wars light sabres, but are actually plastic solar lights. I’m not the only shopper to be confused by them.
‘Solar lights? Wot for? For night-time?’ one woman asks another.
‘No, they are for day.’ ‘Why do you need a light in your garden in the daytime?’
‘Well, you can only use them if you are in a sunny country, anyway.’
Speaking of the night, you know those gangs of girls who plague our city centres on hen outings? Now I know where they buy their stuff.
Poundland is the kind of shop that can supply all your hen night needs, from a white net veil with two pink shot glasses on the side and a sign saying ‘I’m Tying The Knot, Buy Me A Shot’ to a Husband Control whistle, a Fluffy L Plate, pink cowboy hats and pairs of pink fluffy gloves, complete with very precise instructions on how to put them on the hands.
I found that last detail rather poignant; as if the manufacturers were worried the girls might put them on their feet.
Read the whole thing, if you can stand it.
We know the Tory press has a contempt for the common man. But it’s rare to see this expressed so explicitly.