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Novelty Key Bottle Opener Review

Hodge, bless his cotton Christmas socks, at the grand old age of 38 still (yes still) gets a Christmas stocking from Santa (aka me, Santa only gives good children presents, not grown ups, no matter how well behaved they are). So I’m always on the look out for handy little bits and pieces. Practical, useful little stocking fillers that won’t break the bank.

I was rummaging round the I Want One Of Those website when I spotted the key bottle opener, it was priced at just £7.99, or 3 for £20, which seems a good deal, especially if you’ve adult stockings to fill, or secret Santa’s to shop for.


The key bottle opener is a handy key shaped, erm, key which is also a bottle opener which can be added to a keyring, meaning you’ll always have a bottle opener handy. It’s small, neatly designed, sturdy and makes a great stocking filler or secret Santa present.

In the interests of science I had to check if it did the job, so for you (yes you, because you’re worth it) I cracked open a cold one using the key bottle opener. It worked, success! The beer wasn’t too bad either.

Disclaimer – We were sent a key bottler opener free of charge for review purposes.

What’s in my own personal Room 101?

I’ve been tagged by A to Z Mummy to write a post about what I’d put into Room 101. I’d love to know what you think of the things that make my blood boil.

1. Being late. This applies to me and others. I am incredibly punctual and can’t abide lateness from others. If we’re meeting at 10am it’s 10am and not five past. I always set off early to arrive in good time for things, but if traffic is bad or something happens which makes me run late, then I get into a panic. Punctuality is a big deal for me.

2. Public toilets. I think the origins of this come from the truly dreadful toilets at school, but to this day I hate public toilets. I hate the anticipation of a dirty, unflushed toilet; the inevitable lack of toilet paper and locks that don’t work. These days it is thankfully rare that you find a truly awful toilet, but they’re still out there, lurking, ready to tarnish a good night out or a trip to the shops. People, please do try and flush and not poo on the seat. It’s basic manners.

What's in my own personal Room 101?

3. Bad tippers. Now I am frugal, there isn’t much disposable income floating about these days, so I understand people’s reluctance to spend a fortune on a nice meal. However if the service has been genuinely good, the waiting staff excellent and affable, then it’s not too much to ask to slip someone on a basic wage 10% of the bill (minimum). I often dine out with people who think leaving a £2 tip for a £50 meal is acceptable. It isn’t. It really isn’t.

4. Broken Promises. This is a funny one for me. I hate people who promise things and don’t deliver. The boss who promised to nurture my career and didn’t. The friend who was painting me a picture and didn’t give it me. The husband who promised me Paris but gave me Penrith. I don’t expect the world, but in my book if you promise something then your word is gospel and you should deliver on it. I think my bugbear is unmet expectations. If you can’t or won’t deliver then don’t promise me things.

5. Dawdlers. I admit I can be impatient and at times intolerant, but one thing I cannot stand is dawdlers. People who stop in the middle of the street for no real reason, people who aimlessly saunter, people who stand in the middle of a supermarket aisle reading a tin of baked beans. Step to the side woman or let my trolley feel your ankles. I am rarely allowed to visit supermarkets because my rage towards ambling members of the public knows no bounds. I seldom go to a shopping centre for the same reasons. If you know yourself to be a dawdler, a sudden stopper, or a reader of food labels, fine, embrace your annoying life but please, please for the love of all that is holy, step to one side.

Am I entirely unreasonable? Do you agree or disagree with what I’ve chosen to put into my Room 101?