The crushing reality of Christmas has hit once again. Check out some of the, erm, special and heartfelt gifts we were given by loved ones this year while we go to the bathroom to gently sob.
Bruno: I know I’m breaking the rules straight away – because I didn’t actually receive this – but this is too good not to include. This is a chainsaw my dad got for my mum. She is making him take it back.
Ted P: This is what my mum got me. It’s a photo book on garden gnomes.
Ted L: Continuing the garden theme, here are some shears I was given by my mum. Not sure why – I don’t do gardening (I’m in my 20s).
Rhys: “But, Mum, that’s exactly my point: YOU think they are ‘funky’. I don’t have the taste of a 50-year-old woman who lives in Plymouth.”
Ted P: My sister – who is, like me, half-Jewish – got me this jar of Ghanaian hot sauce. We’ve never been the closest of families.
Juliette: I got a tiny colander from my mum. I didn’t even know mini sizes of these were useful… it looks like it will hold four or five new potatoes.
Sam: Pepperami socks! I can’t believe they make clothing. What next: Pot Noodle Snap-backs?
Jose: My ex got me the sexual violence-suffused video nasty Straw Dogs. Bit odd as she knows I have recurring nightmares about kidnap and murder. If you’re wondering, I got her a nice candle from Liberty.
