I'll be getting a new telly for Christmas then because once I've watched my way through those ladies - in particular Ann Dorrington and the ghastly Abi Horne (what's with the hairstyles?), I will have chucked the TV out the window and into the garden. Or there will be a nearly empty bottle of Sancerre lodged into the front of it (the TV, not the garden).
Oh, who else? Richard Jackson's son with his £25 a pop gift cards with a SINGLE chocolate in them - who buys them? They sell out every time (I know you do get the plants later on but hey, it's not that great a present). Or that annoying bloke that used to do the Magic Marvin pens or the little racing cars or helicoptors. Bring back Dexter Moscow and the American guy from Mr Christmas and please can Mr Christmas do some of their old fashioned music boxes and give up on the laser light monstrosities - they could sell those to Gill Gauntlett's Dad (who incidentally has had the structural engineer round from the Council for the fourth time to test the weight load capacity of his balcony).
CC