Black Friday

This week has seen a shopping event called Black Friday to descend upon the UK.

It originates from the USA and shops over here, on our little island, have decided to have a go.

It didn't work out to well.

Having seen the news it appears that a man fell over, somebody got pushed, a woman in  a wheelchair was hurt (!) and some poor bugger broke an ankle.

I had become a little bit excited for Black Friday, before it came.

But under no circumstances would I ever think it would be acceptable to trample over a fallen human being in distress in order to make the most of a 10% on a TV that I don't need!

I opted for the online experience instead.

The night before Black Friday (Dull Thursday?) I had set up my laptop with different screens showing various websites like Argos, amazon, currys etc, ready to take full advantage of any and all super savings that came my way.

I had a list of certain things I wanted and made sure I knew what price I was willing to pay.

As the clock flicked over to midnight I refreshed the browser and......

.....was met with a screen for most of the sites that read "You are in a queue..Time to wait 40 minutes!"

HANG ON. I thought to myself. THIS ISN'T THE DOCTORS - WHY AM I HAVING TO WAIT.

Yet again, it appears that my money wasn't good enough for the high street traders.

I went to bed.

Getting up in the morning I decided to venture out into the real world and see what all this fuss was about.

I went to the town centre and found a load of people walking around without a care in the world.

It was busy, but nobody was pushing or shoving or fighting - unlike what was being shown on the news.

I even saw some people smiling at each other!

I went into some of the shops, looking for the things I wanted, but ultimately left empty handed.

It was all a bit disappointing to be honest.

The only thing I bought was a clip for a keyring (it was buy one get one free +20% off, so that was £1.29 well spent).

Back home I had beans on toast for tea.

I only tell you this I am still struggling to find anything of note to write about....

Oh yes. Having recently sold all my CD's I am now in the very slow process of copying all my DVD's onto a hard drive so that I can sell those as well and make a lot of room when the January sales come and I can waste all my money on things and junk and stuff.

ROLL ON CYBER MONDAY!!!!!

When You Point Your Finger 'cos Your Plan Fell Through

. . . You've Got Three More Fingers Pointing Back At You.

Yesterday I went out for my weekly food shopping.

EVIL!!!!

Not the most exciting start to a blog entry I’m sure you will agree but stick with it – it might just get better (none binding promise)

Whilst shopping for popcorn and a mountain of crisps and 3 for 2 boxes of tea bags (note the lack of fresh veg and/or fruit – although corn is a veg so that counts) Mrs H guided over to the clothes section.

I’ve never understood why supermarkets have clothes sections. Or technology aisles for that matter, if I want a DVD player I will go to a DVD player shop, not Sainsbury’s. Anyway, while milling around shoving my trolley into the legs of toddlers and pushing old peoples stock piles of easy to digest mash and sardines down to the other end of the aisles so when they turn around they believe the onset of Alzheimer’s has kicked in, Mrs H grabbed my arm and asked if I wanted a jumper.

I didn’t.

I told her so and then stopped in my tracks. There next to the jumpers were a whole heap of hats.

Now I like a good hat. Hats are very few and far between in today’s modern society.

I don’t mean those stupid baseball caps that people who defiantly do not play or even follow the sport of baseball wear, nor do I mean those farmers hats that have for some reason become popular amongst students and hipsters.

What I saw and fell in love with was a mini deerstalker style hat.

Working outdoors, as I do, and with the weather getting a bit nippy thoughts tend to gravitate towards the cold that will sweep way through and indeed around my head, so a hat seems like a good idea.

HATS - Always hiding something...

I tried on one of the hats.

It fit quite snugly around my cranium. I pulled the buttoned up ear flaps to see if the comfort still held once applied. The first flap popped out of its clasp with relative ease. The other flap however did not.

It took some tugging and pulling and a little swearword and then “pop”. I dislocated my finger.

How in the name of whichever deity is the right one did that happen?

I am somewhat double jointed and can pop my knuckles and bend in all manner of unnatural ways, but to dislocate a finger in a supermarket while putting on a hat is beyond the realms of normality.

Luckily the finger that has now swollen to twice its normal size is not a finger I have any great use for in my day to day activities.

It is not my main pointing finger, nor is it the one I use to pick my nose or scratch my behind.

I do tend to prod my navel with it, but that is a task I can train of the other fingers to perform until my finger is back to it full function.

Ouchy!

I will not be trying on any new hats for a while that’s for sure.