I was scribbling down the beginnings of a little diatribe tonight and thought it might make good stand-up. Just this sec scribbled it out, possibly the stuff is old hat, but it made me laugh.
I was forced to go into Boots the other day because it was my girlfriend’s birthday.
That wasn’t part of the celebrations, by the way. Yeah, birthday at Boots, New Year at Clarke’s, Christmas… with her mum…
Her mum who bought her £50 worth of Boots vouchers, which was why we were there. Vouchers are shit.
It’s aunts and uncles normally. You ask for money and they know it’s to fund your alcoholism. “Good luck finding fags and vodka in Argos,” they write in the card. “We might only see you once every two years but you know what? We like to exert just a little bit of control over you. We’re going to tell you where you spend that fiver, even if it means you have to spend more than the voucher’s worth in petrol getting there.”
When Hitler was going through his Christmas list you can guarantee every bastard got ten Deutschmark’s worth of Boots vouchers.
“What did you get? It was just a card, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, it was a card.”
“Any money in it?”
“F**king Boots vouchers.”
“Adolf Hitler is a c**t.”
Up until that point my girlfriend didn’t know I called her mum Hitler. But it’s a little joke we have between us. I call her Hitler and she… doesn’t know.
So we’re in Boots with a princely fifty quid. We’re trying to find things to buy. “We need toothpaste don’t we?”
“No.”
“But it’s on buy one get one free.”
Now, riddle me this, will you - if I don’t want one, why am I going to want two? Buy one get one frees – BOGOFs – they love saying BOGOF, don’t they, all these supermarket people – I think legitimising saying BOGOF to customers was a masterstroke for Kwiksave – but BOGOFs aren’t that bad. The rot set in with 3-for-2, in my opinion. Now it’s “one chicken breast for 99p. Or ten for nine pounds fifty.” Oh, buy ten then. I don’t want ten! Does Asda think I’m running a bloody restaurant or something?
I was in there the other day and, as you do, I was eyeing up the reduced items trolley. An Aladdin’s cave of shite. Four dented tins of tomatoes, a taped-up multipack of Monster Munch and a Soda Stream canister. And an eight-pack of Grolsch, with two bottles missing. I was curious. Original price, £5.99. Turns out the mathemagicians who did the discounting were working on overtime: Reduced price, £5.79.
£5.79! There are shards of glass stuck to the box with dried-on beer! I’m risking my fingers buying this sticky crate of shite and I’m paying twenty pence more a bottle for the privilege!
Would anyone else get away with that? “Yeah, I paid some builders to do the extension, and they just took my toilet away.”
OK, probably a bad example.