So it's approaching "that" time of the year when seemingly everyone (perhaps apart from me) thinks about buying gifts for people.
I'd like to buy myself a new laptop, a tablet, some headphones and one or two other gadgets however I find this whole Black Friday thing so confusing. I liked the olden days where one would rush down to the shops on Boxing Day / camp outside a department store, fizzing with excitement and eager anticipation of a bargain.
But why pitch a tent when the likes of QVC bring the department store to our own home? These days those purchases are but a call or a few clicks away. It's just all so easy. Or is it?
Don't you miss the jostle and hustle and bustle of the high street not to mention the crisp, cold air scented with pine Christmas trees and pith of clementine? I'm getting so misty-eyed it's fogging up the lenses of my rose-tinted spectacles.
To be perfectly honest the high street is all a bit crap, isn't it? For one thing it's not even properly cold and crisp, it's just a bit damp and grey, the Christmas trees are rubbish and the decorations tacky and tawdry. And who wishes to risk injury getting in the way of two grown adults fighting over a cheap Chinese widescreen telly to dumb-down their family? Then there's all the trickery from the shops, the artificial inflation of prices, false discounts and deals that aren't quite what they seem. Plus you have to pay for parking and possibly get drenched when it's raining drizzle. It's almost like some bladdered drunk is up there in the sky urinating on us all, which begs the question: Who's really taking the piss?
But with QVC you can cosy up in your slanket, admiring the view of your Kelly Hoppen grey crescent moon vase so carefully positioned by your Peony flaaaahs as partake in that "department store at home" experience.
BOLLOCKS! QVC never is a department store and never will be! It's more like "The Generation Game" with a few things passing before your eyes at mind-numbingly slow rate. It's more like being in an old-fashioned market with sellers screeching at the top of their lungs as they peddle their wares.
It wasn't that long ago TV shopping was new, radical and exciting. It was to the high street what Teletext was to the newspaper. Then along came the internet and blew everything out of the water. Yet is QVC adapting? Not really, hence the desperate campaigns fronted by z-listers and nonentities. At least the high street is more...tangible, and however much QVC might crow about its integrity, we, the enlightened Shoppingtelly Brigade, know different. Don't we?
Are there any real bargains to be had from QVC / the DHS?
Where will you be buying bits this year? WHEN will you be buying? What tricks should we look out for?
I'd like to buy myself a new laptop, a tablet, some headphones and one or two other gadgets however I find this whole Black Friday thing so confusing. I liked the olden days where one would rush down to the shops on Boxing Day / camp outside a department store, fizzing with excitement and eager anticipation of a bargain.
But why pitch a tent when the likes of QVC bring the department store to our own home? These days those purchases are but a call or a few clicks away. It's just all so easy. Or is it?
Don't you miss the jostle and hustle and bustle of the high street not to mention the crisp, cold air scented with pine Christmas trees and pith of clementine? I'm getting so misty-eyed it's fogging up the lenses of my rose-tinted spectacles.
To be perfectly honest the high street is all a bit crap, isn't it? For one thing it's not even properly cold and crisp, it's just a bit damp and grey, the Christmas trees are rubbish and the decorations tacky and tawdry. And who wishes to risk injury getting in the way of two grown adults fighting over a cheap Chinese widescreen telly to dumb-down their family? Then there's all the trickery from the shops, the artificial inflation of prices, false discounts and deals that aren't quite what they seem. Plus you have to pay for parking and possibly get drenched when it's raining drizzle. It's almost like some bladdered drunk is up there in the sky urinating on us all, which begs the question: Who's really taking the piss?
But with QVC you can cosy up in your slanket, admiring the view of your Kelly Hoppen grey crescent moon vase so carefully positioned by your Peony flaaaahs as partake in that "department store at home" experience.
BOLLOCKS! QVC never is a department store and never will be! It's more like "The Generation Game" with a few things passing before your eyes at mind-numbingly slow rate. It's more like being in an old-fashioned market with sellers screeching at the top of their lungs as they peddle their wares.
It wasn't that long ago TV shopping was new, radical and exciting. It was to the high street what Teletext was to the newspaper. Then along came the internet and blew everything out of the water. Yet is QVC adapting? Not really, hence the desperate campaigns fronted by z-listers and nonentities. At least the high street is more...tangible, and however much QVC might crow about its integrity, we, the enlightened Shoppingtelly Brigade, know different. Don't we?
Are there any real bargains to be had from QVC / the DHS?
Where will you be buying bits this year? WHEN will you be buying? What tricks should we look out for?
