I love really bad fakes. Reading that Chabuduo article I posted about China reminded me of the time my friend needed some permanent markers. So she bought a packet without looking too closely, and when she got home realised they were not Sharpies as she had thought, but these things, which were utterly crap. Half of them dried out, the other half stinking of solvents.
I’ve got a load of photos of fake stuff. I’ll put some here.
I was on a train in Morocco with a little Amazigh girl who had an amazing lurid pink “Belbie” sweatshirt.
I think this is still my favourite:
I can imagine Father Dougal thinking this is genuinely what Godzilla is called.
I think more people should get a motorbike with a giant mould of their own face on the front.
It’s better that it’s facing forwards:
Looks worth a trip to Korea for.
When I was at uni I used to regularly go in a 7-11 that sold cheap fizzy wine caled “Champlain” - the writing was all squiggly to hide their clever substitution
Have actually seen this one in the flesh in Portugal. Was SOOOOOOO tempted to buy it for #bantz, but I spent my money on beer instead
One of my friends from school has family in a small town in Italy, where she used to go every summer. She’d always come back with incredible bad knockoff t-shirts from the local market stalls. Her and her brother had a competition for who could find the worst one.
Sadly in the days before digital cameras.
Remember getting some Rockland boots as a kid (when Rockport were the go-to chav footwear), and also a lovely Timberforest t-shirt (Timberland).