Christmas is behind us again and a comment from Mrs. Donsdaft last night that I had bought her a bug for her heid* led me to thinking of the worst presents I had bought for girlfriends / wives over the years.

Way back in the mists of time, and strongly influenced by the dreadful and constant K-Tel adverts on TV, I was led to believe that all a girl could want for xmas was a Stitch o' Matic.

Take my advice on this lads, television adverts lie.

In later years I bought Mrs Donsdaft mark 1 an iron.
She liked it, or so I thought, it was a bloody good iron.
Actually it was the sort of iron that men of my vintage would always buy, designed to look like one of the Thunderbirds.

I never got any grief at home about this, but the slagging I got from the girls at work was relentless.
My argument "it was a good iron" just seemed to inflame the situation more.

I can't be alone in this, let us know the worst thing you ever bought, xmas or birthdays, makes no difference.





* The bag for her head is actually a pretty thoughtful present and was nowhere near the main present anyway.