As its name so gently insinuates, this is a shop for men. Interestingly then, there was not one man in the store when I visited, and rather a lot of women. After I ferreted about for a while, the reason for this became clear. This is a gifting shop, not a shop-shop. It’s an absolute mecca if you’re looking for presents for the oestrogen challenged.
I can’t think of a dad I know who would buy himself a silver ball scratcher or fob watch compass, but I also can’t think of one who wouldn’t have at least a moment of joy if given either as a gift.
Throw in a gentlemanly hat and some cufflinks or a well tailored shirt and some leather goods and you’re pretty much king of Christmas. You’ll get the choicest cuts of meat and the coldest beers, the most hilarious cracker joke and the best coloured crown.
Or, at the very least, you might be spared the “you really should have gone to Law School” lecture.








