I love pound shop, really I do. Their inherent cheapness affords me the opportunity to feel like a big shot for once in my tiny pathetic life. I can walk into one of these shops with a tenner in my pocket and know that anything within that store can be mine. I can buy things purely on the basis that they are funny or tacky and then give them to my permanently dismayed friends as gifts. I can buy products that I normally pay at least double for at the supermarket for only a pound and often with the addition of alluring foreign text which gives my bathroom cabinet and the cupboard under the sink a truly international flair that I’m disappointed to say most people don’t even notice. Sigh.

Sometimes these international versions of products throw up some bizarre phrasing or statements such as this bottle of Harpic. It’s a little hard to read but the first line on the bottle reads “Dissolves Limescale better than cocktails” which is frankly news to me. Why isn’t this information on British bottles of Harpic? I shudder to think about the amount of cash and time I’ve wasted not only mixing but futilely throwing Martinis, Mojitos and White Russians at my taps and plug holes in a vain attempt to shift some stubborn limescale.

Spotted by Suke Driver