My Dad bought me a denim jacket lined with sheep for Christmas, it was too big and not so nice.
He must have guessed that it wouldn’t be quite my thing as he left the tag on and gave me the receipt.
I normally get a shit jumper that I don’t wear.
This year (or even last year now, oh how we joke about these things at the start of the year) I have a shit jacket I won’t wear. But I took a look at the receipt, this shit jacket cost £85… bloody hell.
so back in Cheltenham I went into Debenham’s, only to find that the only clothes they sell are for the sporty Dad type, and shit denim jackets. He’d paid by card, I couldn’t get the cash back. Was I stuck with this never to be worn jacket?
I told him I loved it.
On my return to London I figured I may as well try in the Oxford St Debenham’s, it’s bigger and there might be something that I like.
A quick perusal of the clothing section showed me that the shit clothing range isn’t restricted only to smaller towns but the whole Debenham’s chain.
They have a stunning kitchenware department though, well not stunning, but I need a toaster. And, hang on… they do coffee makers. I’ve wanted a proper coffee maker ever since I used to work in Cheltenham Costa and make proper coffee. Could this finally be my time?
No, well, all the good ones are well over £150, and although that means I only have to put in £65, I haven’t got £65.
There is a slightly shit one for £40, but do I want a slightly shit one? Well, yes. My reasoning is that slightly shitly made fresh espresso coffee is still leagues better than instant.
Walking out with a slightly shit coffee machine, a toaster and some toaster bags I smile, realising that this is the first time in my life my Dad has bought me a decent present, albeit inadvertently.