Randomnerd
Bimbleur
- Location
- North Yorkshire
Shocked at what people pay for stuff....perceived value....perceived quality....perceived additional benefits?
None of buying stuff makes sense. Every argument to come about Lidl versus Cafe du Cycliste is only opinion, and none of it will be objective.
For example:
I bought a hat from clothing brand This is Cambridge. About forty quid. Winter hat. Flaps for the old lugs. Merino. Sheep were probably sung to by some antipodean throat warbler while they were being shorn, dangling from comfy hammocks in zero gravity luxury. I dunno.
And I look like a proper DORK wearing the thing. Wouldn’t be seen dead in it at any other time than when charging up the road on the bike. It’s got a pink stripe on it ffs!
When it turned up, it was in a paper bag sewn up, and the maker had signed the little paper check ticket. Whatever. Marketing rollocks. Or a nice touch.
Thing is, the hat fits my big, ugly head, and it makes me smile when I stick it on, or stuff it in my pocket.
I can’t afford a forty quid hat. I had to give up something else to get it, and work a bit harder to justify it for a few weeks after. There is no sense in that, no logic behind it really. I may try to convince myself the hat will last all my remaining cycling winters. Can’t prove a ten quid one from China made of old Pepsi bottles wouldn’t do the same job.
We’re programmed, hard wired to say Yes! That’s what the economy relies on, as I see it. People saying yes to shoot they don’t need or want or can afford. Instead of stopping and saying Wait a minute! and then No!
That VB stuff looks a bit tatty to me anyway. The models need a good square dinner and the photographer should get himself some light bulbs. Now, if those hats were non-mulesed merino....
None of buying stuff makes sense. Every argument to come about Lidl versus Cafe du Cycliste is only opinion, and none of it will be objective.
For example:
I bought a hat from clothing brand This is Cambridge. About forty quid. Winter hat. Flaps for the old lugs. Merino. Sheep were probably sung to by some antipodean throat warbler while they were being shorn, dangling from comfy hammocks in zero gravity luxury. I dunno.
And I look like a proper DORK wearing the thing. Wouldn’t be seen dead in it at any other time than when charging up the road on the bike. It’s got a pink stripe on it ffs!
When it turned up, it was in a paper bag sewn up, and the maker had signed the little paper check ticket. Whatever. Marketing rollocks. Or a nice touch.
Thing is, the hat fits my big, ugly head, and it makes me smile when I stick it on, or stuff it in my pocket.
I can’t afford a forty quid hat. I had to give up something else to get it, and work a bit harder to justify it for a few weeks after. There is no sense in that, no logic behind it really. I may try to convince myself the hat will last all my remaining cycling winters. Can’t prove a ten quid one from China made of old Pepsi bottles wouldn’t do the same job.
We’re programmed, hard wired to say Yes! That’s what the economy relies on, as I see it. People saying yes to shoot they don’t need or want or can afford. Instead of stopping and saying Wait a minute! and then No!
That VB stuff looks a bit tatty to me anyway. The models need a good square dinner and the photographer should get himself some light bulbs. Now, if those hats were non-mulesed merino....
