Buyer's remorse?

Actually now I think of it, RAGE (the PC game) they promoted the **** out of it, paid release price for a really poor game imo.
 
wtf. Get a bidet. Bumhole scabs!!!

I would also have buyers remorse on cheap toilet roll. It's unacceptable.

That was going back about 30 years ago pal when I was briefly in a young offenders institution due to family problems at home.
I've never had a bidet and don't need one now either tbh coz baby wipes and soft toilet tissue have kept me in anal comfort for the last 3 decades, thanks :)

You're not even a proper man if you've never wiped your bum with old newspapers for atleast 3 months (in old school thinking terms lol) :D
 
3 firelighters - 36p
1 long match - 2p
kindling - 37p (based on the cost of a bag of kindling, divided by roughly how many fires I can start from one bag)

Firelighters??!!
Only ever seen my dad use them to light a barbecue, back in the 80s.... Newspapers can be picked up free from many sources, and if you have a house then Royal Fail will deliver all manner of junk mail for free.
Long matches - Dunno where you buy yours but they should only cost you about ¼ penny, maybe a ha'penny if you buy the Amazon ones.
Kindling... yeah, I understand how that can get expensive. It's not like it grows on trees, or anything......!!

As for the machine, our current tarrif has it costing 9p for the claimed 10 minutes use.
I don't think you should bother... aside from anything else, it looks more like something a CamGirl would use!!
 
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I have noticed that the last loo rolls to sell out at Lidl are Cushelle as they are most expensive but are the best -no cleaning finger nails out after.
My major regrets over my life was changing from HiFi to Surround sound. Sound effects were good but mine never had the quality of HiFi.
I'm a fully converted cushelle user now. Used to go between own brand (Saxon for Aldi I think?) or Andrex, but cushelle is superior. Good thickness, sheets are just big enough, and unlike Andrex it's a lot less dusty too (but not as overindulgent as the quilted andrex, which just felt *too* thick sometimes and was more expensive).
 
Nothing. I'm quite savvy when making big purchases. My key takeaway is to buy based on quality not price. I have a few appliances around the house that are 15-20 years old and still going strong

Edit: Tell a lie. I did buy a wooden outdoor dining set a few years back and never realised the hassle it would be to maintain to keep it in good nick. I would always buy metal outdoor furniture from now on
 
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3 firelighters - 36p
1 long match - 2p
kindling - 37p (based on the cost of a bag of kindling, divided by roughly how many fires I can start from one bag)

That's assuming just one match and that the fire goes properly each time (which it often doesn't). So 75p to start a fire.

£150 for the fire starter, it's gonna start first time, every time, it's cleaner, significantly quicker and no need to keep smelly firelighters or bags of wood. At current energy costs, the starter costs 2p to run.

Therefore after roughly 200 fires, it's paid for.

So I think it's justified but despite all that, I'm still hesitating. It's the sort of thing that I'd probably initially have buyers remorse over but once I actually start using it, I'll wonder why I didn't get it before.

Damnit.
God just buy it man :p
 
I bought a house with a huge garden, expecting to spend my evenings relaxing in a deckchair.

Instead, it's more work than I can handle, and it just keeps on growing. Every time there is a storm and a tree blows down it is a huge amount of new work.
 
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If I may include bought as well as buy, the one thing that will go with me to the grave is a gift from my late parents. They said if i applied myself 110% to passing the entrance examinations to three local, prestigious grammar schools and passed them with decent marks, they'd buy me a really nice gift for my trouble. They knew I was a slacker, but could probably pass with some bribery and corruption.

With thoughts of a motorbike, a dog, or, on quiet nights alone, an hour with the local girl said to be of easy virtue, but who remained stoically resistant to my and my friend's advances, I worked like a demon and passed all three, one with the second best grades of all time.

With such a stellar result and my old man able to put me proudly down for his old school, I awaited the promised gift with relish. It arrived one weekend, in a small box. It didn't bark, it was FAR too small for a motorbike, and the chance of it dropping its knickers was zero. It was a bleedin' violin! With the added promise of a tutor to show me what to do with it.

I knew exactly what I'd like to do with it, so with a genuine lack of both talent and interest in music, and a tutor that seemed more interested in young lads themselves, rather than teaching the violin, it became apparent that a return of it to Voigts (SP?) in Manchester was prudent. I got some money in lieu and had an older friend drive me to Whaplode Drove where I bought myself a Komondor puppy and my love affair with livestock guarding dogs began.

I mean, a BLOODY VIOLIN!!!
 
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