Worst Prize EVER!
Worst Prize EVER! Woolworths in Tooting (my most-visited record shop, thumbs up for teleworking) had a refit the other week and relaunched with a special Mother’s Day competition. On entering the shop you were greeted by the huge cardboard face of Dr Fox. If you won their prize draw then your mother would receive, on her special day, “a personal phone call from Neil Fox” (Neil! oh the intimacy!). What kind of monster would do such a thing to their own mother?
(I forgot to blog this last week, oh well.)
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