I thought I'd start this thread to counteract the gloom and doom in my head. One of the funniest memories I have is one Christmas I went shopping in town and decided on a whim that I needed to get better Christmas decorations. I went to the biggest home crafts store in town and asked (no, ORDERED) the assistant to climb a ladder to the ceiling and take down this ginormaous gold foil hanging decoration. It was the only one in the shop, and I'm not kidding when I say it was huge - that thing must have been three meters across! I had to walk home with it because I couldn't get it on a train or in a taxi, and it cost a fortune, but I thought nothing of that, being in a typical manic spending frenzy. As soon as I got it home I thought, "What the f*** have I done!" It was so huge that I couldn't even open it out fully in our living room, much less hang it up. I ended up crushing it and folding it down as small as it would go and stuffing it into the back of a cupboard so no one I lived with would see it and ask why I'd bought it and how much money I'd spent on useless crap this time. It stayed there for years till I finally threw it out.

Darvula