I finally have an answer for when my mum gets around to asking my what I want for Christmas. A hydraulic press.
I know it’s an ambitious ask, and may be a bit more difficult to carry home than the usual bag of socks from Next, but it won’t half spice up Christmas day. Each family member can bring one crappy present along each, and then we crush it.
I don’t know why I find this stuff so satisfying. The slow motion replay on the bowling pin is way better than it should be.