I despise shopping for presents. Largely because I’m not good at it but also because I suddenly realise I have absolutely no idea what most people I know actually like.

Turns out both my Dad (Old) and Brother (12) have developed a fascination with the game of Golf (this would be an appropriate point perhaps to introduce the infamous Billy Connoly video….. “You make them do all this once? … No…. 18 ****** Times!”…

Anyway, after 3 hours in Braehead (including 25 mins of that trying to navigate their car park and a subsequent 20 mins after leaving trying to locate the car again!) I finally managed to scrounge together a few pressies before going straight to my Dad’s to give them to the birthday boys (Dad & Craig share Jan 12th as their birthday - and before ANYONE points out it’s the 23rd - I know)

I’ve just realised that I dont think at any point since moving out of my Dads house in 2002 have I arrived with pre-wrapped presents… It always gets done with me hiding in the bedroom with sellotape and scissors. One day. (that will probably be the same year I start shopping for Christmas prior to December 22nd)