YOU have a nice flat with framed stuff on the walls, like in films. But why the f**k did you go and frame that?
Signed football shirt
These look tacky in multi-millionaire footballers’ massive Cheshire homes, and they played in the actual game. If a Sharpie-scribbled shiny shirt with a Far East internet betting business’ logo on it has pride of place on your wall, it indicates you have no aesthetic sense.
Drunk with baby-raising, you were conned into a family portrait session and got the massive print. Now it looms over the room, a grim reminder of how f**king knackered you’ve been for literally years. Plus you never got it done again for the second kid and now they have low self-esteem.
Original gig or movie poster
Well done for being a New Order fan since 1988, but this poster was cheap crap on a bus stop 30 years ago and it still looks it. Movie posters are borderline but be careful, that movie will become the only thing visitors remember about you. You’re now Fiona-who-likes-Wild–At–Heart.
Come on, dudes. Don’t put that Dalek/Skyrim/V for Vendetta poster on the walls, much less that one-of-a-kind animation cel. You might want to have sex in this room at some point, and that’s not going to happen with Battlestar Galactica up there. It never has.
Original landscape art by a relative
A grandmother’s watercolours, a grandfather’s oils, a son-in-law’s fancy photograph of some f**king bridge in Sweden – they gave it you and now you’ve got to have it up. They’re always landscapes because none of them can do faces. Not that they can do landscapes.
A charming little print you picked up from a young artists’ fair in Stockholm
That’s what you call it. ‘A charming little print I picked up from a young artists’ fair in Stockholm.’ And when guests leave, as they get in the car, they mimic ‘a charming little print I picked up from a young artists’ fair in Stockholm’, but in a cruel voice and replacing ‘artists’ with ‘wankers’.