Friday, November 23, 2007

Black Friday

Well, today was Black Friday in the US, where an orgy of discount-induced, post-Thanksgiving spending was supposed to have propped up the shuddery American economy by propelling retailers into the black, i.e. into profit. It was also Buy Nothing Day, on which those not wedded to the cult of Mammon were supposed to abstain from purchasing.

So where did I come out? Well, I consciously didn't buy anything, apart from dinner and the five pints under whose influence I now type. Where does that put me??

The Clash - Lost in the Supermarket (buy here)
Buzzcocks - Credit (buy here or e-here)
Carcass - Exhume to Consume (buy here or e-here)


Just a Girl said...

I caved in and spent money. It was on practical stuff though.

Oh...I think you were put in your happy place.

T&F@tlh said...

FIVE pints FiL?? What have you been up to??


ally. said...

i'm a big fan of drunk xmas shopping - it's the only way to go. it's brilliantly accidental and unavoidable cos once you'ce had a couple of drinks you've got to keep stopping off in boozers to use the lav and it's rude not to have a drink while you're there which starts the process all over again. then you end up having to go back the next day all hungover and skint and actually try and get presents. best not left till xmas eve. xmas eve eve is fine though.
ps booze doesn't count as shopping.

Natsthename said...

We went bowling here, does that count as buying?

Five pints and you can type without typos! HATS OFF, man!

Davy H said...

Six Pints Davy, Five Pints FiL. As Paul Simon once memorably asked 'Why don't we get together and call ourselves an institute?'.

I weep tears of pride FiL, I really do.

Ally's right though - booze ain't shopping (booze is leisure).

FiL said...

Dearest JaG: But those capitalists would have you believe it's ALL practical stuff... ;-) And yes, I was in that happy place...

Dearest T: Just a night out with the local lads. But nothing at all like, say, oh, a session in a massage parlour followed by pints and pints of mixed booze, burning confidential documents on Clapham Common, and purgative reflux on someone's new carpet...

Dearest ally: Thanks for the justification. And, as ever, you are a font of brilliant advice. Not necessarily sensible, but still brilliant. I may well try sozzled Chrimbo shopping.

Dearest Nats: Nope, not unless you bought the shoes. And thankfully my post wasn't longer, or esle teh tpyos woud hav mlutiplyed...

Dearest Davy: Six?? You are a far more prodigious man than I am. Perhaps we can break our joint institutional eleven should ever we find ouselves in the same urb...?