Thursday, 9 December 2010
About As Much Use As A Fart In A Spacesuit.
Does anybody else have a problem with the concept of the office Secret Santa?
Just me then, as I suspected.
If I am going to shell out my hard earned, even if it is "only up to a tenner" I like to know who the fuck my money is being spent on so I can buy them something that they may vaguely like or find useful. Not waste my it on complete tat that only gets made because people keep giving the like of it to others in office Secret Santas.
I particularly hate the fucking "humorous" version where people try to out do each other in the uselessness or filth stakes with the so-called gift. How funny is it to get either a clockwork penis or a pack of 3 size 22 pants. Laugh I nearly shit myself.
So if any of my workmates are reading this and on Tuesday find themselves in possession of a Fall cd, or How Not To Run A Club, Santa is not trying to be funny but trying to fill that void in your life where the work of Mark E Smith should be or getting you to read something other than Dan Brown or Harry fucking Potter.
The Fall - Open The Boxoctosis #2