The Home Show was on again, for the 15th time, last weekend. I'm a 30-year-old guy, I'm renting, I have no kids and a rabbit. What do I want with a home show?!
Initially, I thought nothing. Isn't it the bastion of the hen-pecked husband getting dragged along to look at carpet samples and buy a new heat pump for his mother-in law's new retirement villa?!
I imagined hollow-eyed sleep deprived zombie dads following a slightly aggressive mum who's going to get that bargain on some blinds she'd heard about on the radio, oh, and two stick-mixers for the price of one, as a 'bonus'. Don't even get me started on the range of peelers or frying pan demos!
How wrong I was. I was there on Friday as it was wrapping up its first day. At the end of the first day all the exhibitors get together in the foyer of the ASB Arena, have a feed and a few drinks on the organiser. It was such a positive atmosphere, I couldn't believe it! Here was I thinking it was all just greasy salespeople pushing something on you that will break when you get home. They're actually just a bunch of people who seem to all believe in their products, they're out to have some fun and work in a positive environment.
None of them would be drawn on whether they were going to kick on and turn up to sell spa pools and roofing solutions with a blinding hangover tomorrow. Though I bet there were a couple of Home Show virgins who did get carried away and have a significant down-turn in sales the next day as a result.