Sales I see a Friday and I want to paint it black
So how was your Black Friday … what? You hadn’t… ah, well, gather round and listen closely, then. Black Friday is one of those bacchanalia imported from the US and then imperfectly executed by locals, like Hallowe’en, Celebrity Roasts and capitalism. It goes a little something like this: the day after Thanksgiving (due to hit these shores in 2017), American retailers mark down big screen televisions and the like to prices at which it becomes basically unaffordable not to buy them, everyone queues up at 3am in the blistering cold to get the really good deals, sacrificial babies get trampled in the ensuing rush and everyone goes home dissatisfied and broke. Except the retailers, who get the benefit of a sort of mini-Christmas a month before the real deal. Then two days later, on Cyber Monday, it all happens again, except on the internet. The consensus (our mum, the girls in the office, and a mate) is that Black Friday sales in the Beloved Country could have gone a little deeper on the discounts and a little wider on the merch available.
Comment: Give it time, though, eh. Christmas was only invented in 1932 or something, and look at it now.