A WOMAN is less than thrilled to be shackled to an unwanted piece of tat for the rest of her life because it has her name on it.
Emma Bradford cannot feign excitement for a naff personalised photo frame from Not On The High Street because she will be doomed to display its tacky gold lettering on her mantelpiece until she or the person who gave it to her dies.
She said: “It’s crap but thoughtful, which is the worst kind of gift. It means I have to pretend to look grateful and I’ll feel like a heartless bitch for slinging it in the bin. Even though that’s where it belongs.
“Why does a frame need my name on it anyway? In case I forget who I am? Also it means I can only put a photo of myself in it, which makes me look like a narcissist.
“I’m cornered into using it though. My friend will be looking for it every time she comes around, and I can’t even dump it off at a charity shop because it’s so bloody distinctive. What a considerate, chintzy piece of shit it is.
“I guess I could re-gift it. All I have to do is find a hapless victim with the same name as me, then I can pass the curse on to them like in The Ring.”