Nothing wrong with that, a perfectly decent pair of T-s lovingly wrapped in sparkly red paper, with all the care and attention only a dear old Mum can give. I\u2019m sure as she was carefully applying the ribbon she felt she was doing her best for me, just as she did 30 years ago when she shot at me in the garden with my own air rifle for being cheeky. The fact of the matter is that giving a T-shirt printer the gift of T-shirts, is not dissimilar to proudly presenting a farmer with a bag of soil \u2014 and it go tme thinking\u2026 promotional gifts\u2026 what do you get that you actually want?<\/p>\n
They may be about as interesting as the Boy\u2019s Bumper Book of Knots, but they work, just as well as a sheepshank or an angler\u2019s loop:<\/p>\n
Clocks \u2014 the employers are looking at them, to see what time their new hairy fisted Neanderthal recruit has managed to drag himself in to work; the employees are looking at them, so that at one nano second to five they can explode from the running blocks and out of the door; and we\u2019re all looking at them, over reps\u2019 shoulders when they whip out the holiday snaps of the Mrs on a log flume in Fuengerola. They\u2019re available for all promotional budgets, starting with a cardboard circle and a couple of drinking straws, through to those ones that also tell the time in New York and Beijing (in a sad attempt to convince people that you really have got an office outside Nuneaton) \u2014 so clocks are good.Rulers\u2026dreary? Well yes but be honest, when you\u2019re on your own in the office, admit to me you\u2019ve never sat twanging one on the edge of the desk in an attempt to create some Aboriginal style sound track. No? Or screwed up some paper and used your ruler to flick it into a distant bin, punching the air just a little bit as it goes in and growling \u201cCash back\u201d. Must be just me then, but they are useful for holding up to your left nipple when deciding on the length of a print or embroidery, 8 centimetres or 10, so rulers work and I\u2019m happy to receive them. Mugs \u2014 safe as houses \u2014 garment printers and embroiderers drink more tea than chimps who wear their own clothes and play the piano. It may well be a thinly veiled attempt to spend two thirds of the day going to the toilet, but there\u2019s no getting away from it, we need those mugs. What else are we going to bang down on the desk in front of our female business partners while shouting \u2018Shut your mouth, put your knitting down and make us a nice cup of tea, there\u2019s a love\u2019 \u2026 I now of course have exactly one month to live before Jane reads this, and for what it\u2019s worth I would like to be buried at sea in women\u2019s underwear.<\/p>\n
And the list goes on: Pens \u2014 mightier than the sword apparently, although I wouldn\u2019t have fancied my chances at Bannockburn with a biro. Still, I suppose we all write, so okay. Desk pads \u2014 usually ending up as a mix of the Olympic coffee rings, a few phallic cartoons and a phone number for someone you can\u2019t remember, but we use them, so I suppose so.<\/p>\n
Mug Mats and mouse mats \u2014 same thing really, and handy when someone else is using the desk pad, so I\u2019ll have some of those as well please. Diaries \u2014 never used one myself but apparently there are people who have a life and do find them handy \u2014 especially the ones with a world map only readable with an electron microscope, and the conversion page that tells you how many cubic centilitres there are in a fluid ounce \u2014 vital stuff. Chocolates \u2014 very nice, but I did know a promotional chocolate supplier once that had a set of choppers that made Albert Steptoe look like the fourth Bee Gee, so proceed with care.<\/p>\n
Pen knives \u2014 always useful for opening those boxes, and much appreciated by my seven-year-old tree carving son \u2014 according to my better half a \u2018Good toe-ending up the street\u2019 is not an acceptable punishment these days, and I had to settle for removal of TV rights.<\/p>\n
And so on and so on, but beyond a certain point I wonder if it all starts to go off at a gradual tangent. We then move into a mid range of products that we don\u2019t really need, and aren\u2019t remotely useful, but that we hope people will quite like to receive \u2014 the teddy bear, champagne, and die cast model of a 1930\u2019s bread van market.<\/p>\n
All we can do is try and introduce a few fashion values and make them so lovely that they won\u2019t be used for lagging a pipe within two days of the event \u2014 but if the customer insists on having a six-foot phone number and a date on the back of the shirt, there\u2019s not much we can do to make them a lasting thing of beauty. Just think of how many times you\u2019ve seen someone following a T-shirt trying to write down a phone number by the way \u2014 it just doesn\u2019t happen, and if it does, it\u2019s stalking. But then we move into a final category, and it\u2019s a very well intentioned one. It\u2019s brought about by that most noble of human desires; to endlessly find new ways to communicate, a desire that has given us… the promotional fire extinguisher.<\/p>\n
Now I don\u2019t know about you, but when I\u2019m dousing myself in water from the spray booth and running into the flames to save a fluffy kitten from certain death, I\u2019m pretty sure I\u2019m not going to be looking at my logo emblazoned fire tool and thinking: \u2018That reminds me, I really must give Frank\u2019s Cob Shop another go, I\u2019ve been hearing great things about his pastrami on rye.\u2019 This is the sector that brings us the key fob that can be used for levelling a wonky table \u2014 great idea presumably until you grab your car keys in a hurry and leave to the sound of smashing cups. But this stuff sells. It must do or it wouldn\u2019t exist, so I must be wrong\u2026 again.<\/p>\n
You\u2019ll let me put one promotional item into room 101 though won\u2019t you? I thought about those flat pack things that build into a desk tidy \u2014 the ones you have to be a Grand Master in Origami to construct, and then end up stamping on while repeatedly shouting \u2018Die\u2019 just to relieve yourself of the whole experience. But I\u2019m not going for that, because the promotional tool that really makes me poorly, and this may surprise you, is the badly over printed calendar from Nobby\u2019s Caravans \u2014 you know the one, with the oh so bloody cheery English country scenes. If I turn over January to see another squirrel, head at a cheeky angle, tail a quiver, I\u2019m going to ask my Mum where she put that air rifle and teach little Fuzznuts a lesson.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Promotional Products. Two Gildan Heavy T-shirts \u2014 a present from my Mother this Christmas. Nothing wrong with that, a perfectly decent pair of T-s lovingly wrapped in sparkly red paper, with all the care and attention only a dear old Mum can give. I\u2019m sure as she was carefully applying the ribbon she felt she […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2154","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-articles-misc"],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n