I read an article in the Manchester Evening News today about how hopeless women are at buying Christmas prezzies for the various blokes in their lives. The author (no online so I can’t link) wrote about the £125 monogrammed hipflask she’d bought fought for her father-in-law despite the fact that a) he only leaves his sheltered housing to buy a paper, b) only lifts his eyes from the crossword to watch Countdown and Weakest Link and c) doesn’t drink.
Her message was don’t bother. Save the money and the packaging and buy ’em socks and boxers that will be really appreciated, or a plain shirt if you want to splash out. Wrong. We blokes want to be bought thoughtful things, even if we haven’t actually thought of it so far ourselves.
So I thought it might help to shed some light on the murky and generally ungrateful world of presents for blokes. I thought I’d start small. A prezzie for a distant cousin, workmate or a stocking-filler for a loved one, assuming they can read:
The Alexander Cipher by Will Adams. A cracking read, Indiana Jones meets the Da Vinci Code and more credible than both. And only £6.99 in paperback.