Last year I got one of his and also something about the 'Terrible Tour of Italy' with a similarly lo-fi cartoonish cover. I haven't started either of them yet but hopefully will do so soon.
The most useless gift I've ever received was a ceramic olive rack, which seats about a dozen olives in a single row.
I feel genuinely guilty at the amount of human effort that has gone into designing and making something so pretentious, and that it has been cartonned and shipped and placed on a shelf and sold and wrapped and presented lovingly.
I genuinely worry that some people think that they actually deserve an olive rack rather than a humble (and multi-purpose) bowl.
I have been asking for Good Gifts for years because I am too embarrassed to own another olive rack.
edit - although, having thought about it, now I have a little space I would quite like some woodworking tools. Too late for this year though. Bugger.
An olive rack? Fook me, can't stand the things, but me good lady loves em, the jar they come in does a mean job at presenting olives at our gaff.
Think last year was a good haul, The Ride Journal and some Defeet socks.
Last year I got one of his and also something about the 'Terrible Tour of Italy' with a similarly lo-fi cartoonish cover. I haven't started either of them yet but hopefully will do so soon.
The most useless gift I've ever received was a ceramic olive rack, which seats about a dozen olives in a single row.
I feel genuinely guilty at the amount of human effort that has gone into designing and making something so pretentious, and that it has been cartonned and shipped and placed on a shelf and sold and wrapped and presented lovingly.
I genuinely worry that some people think that they actually deserve an olive rack rather than a humble (and multi-purpose) bowl.
I have been asking for Good Gifts for years because I am too embarrassed to own another olive rack.
edit - although, having thought about it, now I have a little space I would quite like some woodworking tools. Too late for this year though. Bugger.