Fun Fairs and another waste of money....

Well, never let it be said that I do not know how to waste my money. Without wanting to blow my own trumpet, and trust me I wish that I wasn't able to blow this particular trumpet, I am a money wasting expert. I seem to have acquired this skill and perfected it over the years; from losing what I think are vast sums of cash to relatively small amounts. For some reason I just can't help myself. Is it a disease?

Yesterday was a case in point of how to turn approximately 20 English pounds into, well, see for yourself....

I made the mistake of entering the area of the games stalls at what has to be one of the biggest week long festival markets in the whole of Asia. Walking around the thousands of stalls I was amazed at the supremely low level and quality of utter crap that they were selling. Let me just emphasise that again, it was all such total and utter crap.

That Teddy Alien thing above would have cost me about 35 baht on a stall, possibly less. Never has a teddy thing been so badly made, the quality of workmanship is a sight to behold, I am convinced that it is filled with asbsestos.

The quality of the products on the stalls was appalling. I was laughing at the fake sunglasses that cost 100 Baht (about 2 pounds), ridiculing the sellers of hooky fake T-Shirts for 50 Baht,  amazed at the audacity of the market stall holders selling what were extremely low quality i-phone 4's for 1000 Baht (20 quid)...... So why on earth, when I got to the "Burst 8 balloons with 8 plastic darts" stall to win what can only be described as the most un-child friendly, quite hauntingly looking  "Teddy Thing" did I become totally obsessed about winning one?

20 Baht for 8 darts, I had at least 25 attempts before my win. This all happened, this wasting of money, with my knowing immediately upon the first dart being thrown thrown that absolutely no skill was involved - it performed a whirling dervish type flight defying any laws of physics that I have been lead to believe exists. These little plastic darts had a flight path of their own choosing. In all seriousness, had the dart performed a "loop-the-loop" on it's way to wherever it would end up, I wouldn't have been surprised.

Anyway, I won, in the end.

Every loser wins I believe would be the song title for that particular little "Joy de vivre".

Had Del Boy been at the market not only would his stall and items for sale been the equivalent of Harrods in comparison to everything else that I saw, he would have also been taking great pleasure calling me a right plonker!

Anyway, I am going back there tonight as I want to win the Liverpool FC sausage pillow thing and have a stab at winning the Play Station 4 games console on the hoopla stand, yes, that is a Play Station 4, which doesn't exist in the real world yet and not a typo.