Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it a dustbin?

It’s my new bike.  Behold:

My faithless steed
My faithless steed

She is a mixture of Taliban (wheels, front brakes, gears), Jedward (seat, pedals, mudguard, handlebars) and the skip-rescue bike, which I called Black Death.  In order to commemorate the unholy union of 3 shitty bikes, her name is Jelideath.  Let her name ring down through the ages whenever a shit bicycle is mentioned.

God-awful shit in the TV Times


What do Princess Di, the Flying Scotsman and a blue tit hatching out of an egg have in common? They have all been the subjects of adverts for truly dreadful shit, as sold in the TV Times.

Even the people that make this fuck-awful tat can’t quite believe that anyone would be mental enough to buy it, so they wait until they’ve got enough people signed up before they start up the production line and these nightmares become real.

Words cannot describe the awfulness, so in order to preserve these adverts for future generations, I’m collecting the best examples on