My favourite is whichever jumper gets doused in petrol, rolled up and then gets forcefully shoved right up the chuffer of whichever St Dunstan's residents designed and/or approved them. Leaving only a solitary sleeve dangling out. Which then gets set fire to. Happy Christmas.
Sorry - seriously can't stand this kind of scheissdreck. It's for people that once probably aspired to a Billy Big Bass.
I'd buy one if it was a sweatshopshirt.Are these knitted jumpers... or sweatshirts?