I have two;
First one was a Fashion Wheel. "A what?" you cry. A Fashion wheel; three flat discs of plastic embossed with various designs, for tops, bottoms and shoes, set on a platform. The idea was that you moved the discs, created your unique design, then traced it onto a bit of paper. It was crap. Utter crap. What made it worse was my brother was given a Big Trak that year. If you're of a certain age, you'll remember Big Trak (although it was re-issued last year) and know how completely awesome it was.
The other one was a hooooooge horrible teddy bear my brother gave me the first year I was at University. It had paisley patches on its cheeks, which glowed when you pressed its paw. It also played terribly tiny music when its paw was pressed. It gave me the heebie-jeebies, and when I went back to college after the Christmas break, I left it at home. This upset my brother, who had apparently wanted to get me something special as he missed me when I went off to Uni. So, it came to live in my college flat, where it was subjected to a lot of abuse from mates.
Anyway, I have now bought a Big Trak, pick it up tomorrow. Very exciting.
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an hoover would have been better eh? -lol
First Christmas present from (then) future in-laws - knitted loo roll cover - Barbie-type doll with long knitted pale yellow skirt that covered loo roll.
Funny how they're now my ex in-laws.
An almond toblerone.
Again.
I am severely allergic to nuts and milk.
A beige jumper... something that a 75 yr old might wear..
I would like to make it ENTIRELY clear that the afore-posted photo was merely representative and NOT the actual present.
Funnily enough, it was lost when I moved house.
Hahahahahaha I always wanted one - glad I never did now!
Mine, by a VERY long way was a plastic money box, shaped like a granny sitting in a rocking chair, from my nan. Jaw-droppingly awful and she would have been much better off keeping the 50p or so it must have cost her herself
A plastic buttoner.....it produced a plastic tie such as those that hold price labels on goods in shops. The idea being that I would no longer need to sew buttons on shirts and jackets. I got that from family!
In all seriousness it still hurts to think of it.
Being a single parent for a very very good reason I was incredibly hurt...
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My mother once bought me a chav-tastic baby pink "house suit", made from towelling material with a dimante encrusted crown logo akin to very very fake "Rock & Republic". It really was hideous.
I must be the postman's.
The only really awful present I had as a kid was a mahoossive walking and talking doll, which I'm sure my parents in the 70s must have paid a bomb for, but I remember being utterly, utterly petrified of it!!!!!
It gave me nightmares knowing it was in the room.
It was almost as tall as me.... the weird stare and blink... the weird voice (like a 5-years old female version of Stephen Hawking)... the bit where it would start singing this weird song and get stuck and repeat a word over and over until you slapped it... the weird robotic walk...
**shudders**
My Canadian Aunt has given me some pretty grim things over the years.
The worst was when I was in my teens, a bright red, nylon fleece-y fabric, adult-sized babygro type of thing.
I think it was designed for sleeping in.
I got one of those when I was about 10. My cousins and I read the safety bit about drinking milk if you accidentally swallow any of the chemicals.
We spent a Saturday afternoon eating the chemicals, drinking milk and making ourselves sick. It was more fun than the proper experiments