When I came back from me 'olidays Beloved had blown the hoover up in a kaboom way, and as it would have cost as much to get it repaired as to buy another one, commonsense dictated that I slap my Platinum card on the hooverman's desk shouting 'huzzah' nip to the bank to beg for mercy and get one of these...
I'm not denying that Henry has the gazzilions of wattage required to inhale Aladdin's magic-carpet mid-flight at 200 ft, plus the matching curtains and tea-cozy ...
Yet whilst it can happily blackhole a whole dog, will it deign to pick up one doghair ?...
Noooo.
The smiling face of vacuuming follows you round on caster-wheels oiled by the god-of-suck himself, but just you try to show the carpet the business end and you have to push like you're giving birth to a fully grown camel...
In a filing cabinet.
How I want to wipe that smile from his happy little orange face...
Damn you Henry...
Damn you and all your works, including your add-on-extras and hoover salesmen, to hell !...
Yes you heard me right... hoover hell, where the hoovers go to burn !
*shakes fist at an apparently unperturbed Henry*
Old-Nick
Pro 
We had one of those, I am not buying one for the flat.
Not that it didn't do a good job at cleaning, maybe the fact we had mainly wooden floors downstairs helped, but I got VERY annoyed at the way it kept rolling over! Stupid design!