Thank heavens that's over. The hype has been ludicrous, and totally in sync with the actions of many shoppers. I am not referring to the internet clickers, who've trawled and evaluated so-called offers and discounts for hours, trying to work out whether the 59% discount on a forty quid item is worth that much when the normal 'discount' is 38% on Amazon any day of any week. After two hours of deliberation, the £8.40 difference is irrelevant because those who couldn't work it out have already bought the entire stock.
I resisted the urge to buy a Philips Toothbrush and allegedly "SAVE" £150, mainly because I'd still have had to hand over ninety-nine cuntin quid!
I'd pondered whether a trip to Tesco or Asda would be lucrative, but I don't kneed a Blaupunkt TV, nor a Polaroid one. There were no bargain women with long legs on offer, so I stayed at home.
I have read a couple of theories on how this whole phenomenon came to be named Black Friday. One suggests it's the day when retailers traditionally go "into the black", in other words, start to make a profit for the year. More worrying is the other theory that states how slave traders used to sell slaves at a discount the day after Thanksgiving, to boost the resources of plantation owners for their preparations ahead of winter. This is a rather more worrying basis for the name, and this further import from America. I am already cuntin fucked off with the whole Halloween shite, and now we have endorsement for rugby tackles in shops, police involvement and feral behaviour that has come with an event that's as close to looting as it's possible to get.
What a mess.
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