I hate getting books for Christmas in general because I’m such a mood reader, and I’ve plastered a fake smile on my face many a time and repeated internally ‘Its the thought that counts.’ as I unwrap a book I will not read.
But the worst one by far, given to me by my own Mother , who I know loves me, when I was fourteen years old! was >!Men are from Mars Women are from Venus.!< I am sitting there horrified thinking what is she trying to tell me? As my sisters are flat on the floor laughing to the point of puking. We eventually came to the conclusion she just saw an attractive cover on a bestseller table and grabbed it. Love to know your terrible gift stories.
A collection of newspaper(?) opinion pieces by Jeremy Clarkson where he gripes about… things Clarkson gripes about. I did enjoy Top Gear, so that was probably why I received it, but Clarkson is only tolerable when he is flanked by people who tell him how much of a pillock he is every five minutes.
I got one of his books, “I know you got Soul”, in which he writes about machinery like the first UK steam train or the Kalashnikov. I just needed to get rid of my last Australian dollars at the airport before the flight home, but it was a good read for the flight.