The Missus celebrated her birthday yesterday and I splashed out big-style on presents. But the thing that impressed and fascinated her most was not the very expensive theatre tickets, or the limited addition Tintin book, or the CDs by an old punk band she once loved. Oh no...
It was a wooden pop-up toy of Gilbert and George that I bought her as a joke for £12. It's the equivalent of buying a child an expensive Xmas gift only to see them discard the gift then play for hours in the empty box.
I may never understand women...
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