REVEALED: Warwick's worst ever Christmas presents
WHEN I was 10-years-old my aunt and uncle gave me a book on self-hypnotism for Christmas.
I'm still not sure whether they felt it was a fine gift to give a young boy or whether they were taking the proverbial.
I should ask, but I doubt they'd remember.
I don't know what happened to that book but I can assure I didn't read it.
I didn't fancy getting to a plapce I couldn't get back from. You know? Like Stranger Things, sort of.
Along with the boring jigsaw puzzles they'd given me in previous years, that Christmas present must rank as the worst I've ever received.
Here are a few stinkers that Warwick has received over the years:
"When I was 10-years-old my parents bought me a desk. I thought...great, more work. But it came in handy later on."
"I'm a non drinker and one year a boss gave me a bottle of wine. I regifted it immediately."
"I got given one cushion cover. It was hideous and had a Christmas print on it. It was collected the next Tuesday morning."
"One year I asked for a very specific X-box game and got underwear. And socks. Ordinary boring socks."
"My parents once bought me clothes, but they were two sizes to small and I couldn't return them because they'd bought them on the coast."
"In our second year of marriage, my husband gave me a bathmat, a toilet seat cover and a sistern cover, all in fluffy burnt orange, which was all the rage in the 1970s. He said he knew I wanted them but couldn't afford them, which wasn't exactly true. I remind him about it every year."
"Well it's not me, but sister was once given a hand-held sewing machine. My sister absolutely hates sewing."
"I was in my 30s, married and my husband gave me one DVD for Christmas. It was The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. I felt I was worth more than a DVD. It was a cool day what with the cold shoulder and all."