Comments on: The Gospel According To Rhys Regifting Competition!

By: Happy Birthday To Me! | The Gospel According To Rhys

Happy Birthday To Me! | The Gospel According To Rhys — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 08:02:36 +0000

[...] If I was one of those marketers with huge sales pages, highlighted text and testimonials which you couldn’t trust as far as you could kick em, I’d use a phrase such as “It’s my birthday, and I’m giving the way the presents!”. I’m not though. Instead I’ll just announce the winner of The Gospel According To Rhys Regifting Competition. [...]

By: Benjamin Alijagi?

Benjamin Alijagi? — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 22:49:28 +0000

Probably a pair of pirated CD’s. If you want to buy a CD or DVD to someone, buy original!

By: Jem

Jem — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 11:55:24 +0000

My worst gift: Dove Pro-Age manicure set.

I don’t know what’s more offensive.. that I received a gift meant for old folks, or that the person thought I would want to give myself a manicure.

Mike’s story is the best so far

By: Nik

Nik — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 11:22:21 +0000

An ex went to New York for two weeks. She returned home with bags packed with all manner of new clothing and the like, from a variety of high end retailers and famous names. And in amongst all her shiny newness, there was my gift. A pair of thermal socks.

By: Mike CJ

Mike CJ — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 09:38:11 +0000

I was working with a car manufacturer at the time, and a supplier decided to give me a fresh turkey on Christmas. (No longer ethical, but in those days a common and accepted practice).

As my car was being cleaned at the time, and I didn’t want the turkey sitting in the office, I got someone to put it in the boot for me.

Later that day, the first version of a top secret new model arrived, and I got the OK to take it home for the Christmas break and check it out. I made sure my own car was safely locked in the secure garage, put the keys in my pocket and headed to my new ride.

In my excitement at the new car, I forgot all about my turkey, and when I came back from a ten day holiday, I was met by a security guy at the car park entrance.

Apparently, he had been alerted to by a foul smell coming from the boot of my car between Christmas and new year, and investigated.

He found blood dripping from the boot floor and immediately called the police.

The parking area was immediately turned into a crime scene and taped off, while forensic specialists were called to get access to the car.

Not wishing to contaminate the boot area, they entered the car by breaking a front side window, then spent some time removing the rear seats to gain access to the boot that way.

When they found the turkey, they weren’t impressed.

It was the worst gift I have ever been given.

By: Ian

Ian — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 08:10:32 +0000

The worst gift I ever gave was a supposedly “gold” necklace that turned my girlfriends neck a dazzling shade of green.

Needless to say, I didn’t get luckily for a little while after that debacle.