... my children who clearly haven't read this article.
Hunger Games 3.
Gold lamé wings for Converse hi-tops.
Or snakeskin ones.
Or black, as if it were only the colour holding me back.
Some kind of lemon essential oil from the hippy shop.
A purple suede modular chair.
A folder "with the spiky metal bits".
A wedding ring with a black opal set in it.
Ultra-hold hair gel.
A cup of civet pooed coffee (€9, neither of them drink coffee, of course).
"A Chinese newspaper".
A pencil sharpener with a squirrel in a dome, so it looks like the squirrel is surrounded by the fruits of its own tree chewing (query: surely this should be a beaver?)
"Some more weird flavoured crisps" (octopus, disgusting, no way, I had to eat them last time)
A praline waffle
"Another card trick. It's not dear".
A can of violently apple flavored water.
"One of those" (a durian)
A life-sized black plastic horse with a lamp shade on its head.
He hasn't even been on the Firebox site today
(We got the chocolate)