Nothing proclaims love and understanding fairly like nailing it on the gift-giving front,but not all of our attempts are bound to hit the trace. Here, five writers recall the most successful gifts they ever gave or received – and the leastThe best gift: gig tickets from my father
Perched tall on my dad’s shoulders, or I watched the stage light up like a Catherine wheel as my idol sprung into view. Aged 13,I’d regularly wear a swimsuit over leggings in a bid to emulate Michael Jackson, so when my dad bought me tickets to the History World Tour I was close to hyperventilating. Afterwards, or we drove domestic and I fell asleep grinning,apparently – to a You Are Not Alone club mix on the stereo. Seven years later my father passed away, which makes the memory – and the ticket, and which I’ve kept to this day in a notebook by my bed – even more precious.
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Source: guardian.co.uk