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I have much sympathy for him,4 figure sum FFS,the man's lost his marbles....£39.99 is a step too far for any reasonably minded man!!

It's relative to your wealth though, innit.


It's reminded me of the engagement ring I bought Our Lass in 1984.

From one of the cheapy jewellers in Prospect Centre.

Saturday afternoon when I should have been following City. But I was young and footloose and rather skint.

She pointed at the one she'd seen earlier in the week (on a surreptitious recce with her far too influencial BFF. (not that we called them BFFs in those days and - point of order - we haven't seen said BFF for the best part of 40 years).

A hundred and ninety five notes.

What I hadn't told her is that I'd just been laid off from Dunlop's in Grimsby where I'd hilariously been trying to convince them for months that I was a competent draughtsman (I wasn't) . They'd got wise. Told me I was no longer needed. A week before Christmas.

I had about two hundred and fifty quid to my name and no income.


Still - she had her heart set on it, so we bought it.

Cost me over 80% of my available fiscal liquidity. And left me brassic for Christmas.


Over 40 years later - and fully acknowledging that she drives me ****ing crazy on occasions - it's still the best two hundred quid I ever spent.



Footnote: The cheap ring eventually fell to bits and was replaced by an eternity ring. I didn't even know that was a ****ing thing. Cost a damn sight more but as a proportion of my wealth at the time was much easier to take in my stride.


The moral?

The cheap, shoddy Prossie Centre ring meant more.
 
It's relative to your wealth though, innit.


It's reminded me of the engagement ring I bought Our Lass in 1984.

From one of the cheapy jewellers in Prospect Centre.

Saturday afternoon when I should have been following City. But I was young and footloose and rather skint.

She pointed at the one she'd seen earlier in the week (on a surreptitious recce with her far too influencial BFF. (not that we called them BFFs in those days and - point of order - we haven't seen said BFF for the best part of 40 years).

A hundred and ninety five notes.

What I hadn't told her is that I'd just been laid off from Dunlop's in Grimsby where I'd hilariously been trying to convince them for months that I was a competent draughtsman (I wasn't) . They'd got wise. Told me I was no longer needed. A week before Christmas.

I had about two hundred and fifty quid to my name and no income.


Still - she had her heart set on it, so we bought it.

Cost me over 80% of my available fiscal liquidity. And left me brassic for Christmas.


Over 40 years later - and fully acknowledging that she drives me ****ing crazy on occasions - it's still the best two hundred quid I ever spent.



Footnote: The cheap ring eventually fell to bits and was replaced by an eternity ring. I didn't even know that was a ****ing thing. Cost a damn sight more but as a proportion of my wealth at the time was much easier to take in my stride.


The moral?

The cheap, shoddy Prossie Centre ring meant more.
It's funny money nowadays for good quality jewellery and as you say,the expense is extremely relative.My lad bought his then partner and Mother of his Daughter a ring worth approx £2k (3 or 4 years ago)and paid it up monthly over,from memory,24 months....

Needless to say he was still paying it up after the acrimonious split and furthermore he let her keep the ****ing thing...Silly bastard,doesn't take after his old man,I'd have been round the pawn first thing Monday morning.

Off the top of my head the most I've ever paid for a ring was £399,that was 2 years ago for our 40th(nice little 9ct white gold ring with 4 rubies and 4 small diamonds) as I considered £10 a year a reasonable reward:emoticon-0103-cool:,

I jest...I love the lass to bits and would give her everything(except my Clash records).
 
It's relative to your wealth though, innit.


It's reminded me of the engagement ring I bought Our Lass in 1984.

From one of the cheapy jewellers in Prospect Centre.

Saturday afternoon when I should have been following City. But I was young and footloose and rather skint.

She pointed at the one she'd seen earlier in the week (on a surreptitious recce with her far too influencial BFF. (not that we called them BFFs in those days and - point of order - we haven't seen said BFF for the best part of 40 years).

A hundred and ninety five notes.

What I hadn't told her is that I'd just been laid off from Dunlop's in Grimsby where I'd hilariously been trying to convince them for months that I was a competent draughtsman (I wasn't) . They'd got wise. Told me I was no longer needed. A week before Christmas.

I had about two hundred and fifty quid to my name and no income.


Still - she had her heart set on it, so we bought it.

Cost me over 80% of my available fiscal liquidity. And left me brassic for Christmas.


Over 40 years later - and fully acknowledging that she drives me ****ing crazy on occasions - it's still the best two hundred quid I ever spent.



Footnote: The cheap ring eventually fell to bits and was replaced by an eternity ring. I didn't even know that was a ****ing thing. Cost a damn sight more but as a proportion of my wealth at the time was much easier to take in my stride.


The moral?

The cheap, shoddy Prossie Centre ring meant more.
Great story!

Similar thing with me and my wife…I was a young graduate trainee, she was a medical student, but she found a ring that she HAD too have. Cost me over a months wages….was skint for months….

Worth noting….the ring or the diamond has been up scaled over the 30 years lol….but we have kept the original tiny diamond for my daughter when she’s old enough to need it