2am, any Friday night. You’ve been backed into the living-room corner by the bloke in the khaki mac, his breath thick with Babybels. He’s been telling you about his stack of Pink Floyd 7” for the last two hours. You blink and murmur and remember that yes, you too used to love records. Flying Vinyl reminds you why. It’ll send you a box stuffed with the best new music every month (£20), plus you get a batch of cool prints and merchandise with each delivery.
You might not know you wanted it, you might still not be sure you need it, but tell us – hand on heart – that the idea of a densely packed slab of salty, organic pig flesh arriving through the letterbox on the regs doesn’t stir the loins. Yes – Cure And Simple will keep you in bacon all year long (from £5.95). You can get it dog-proofed and everything.
It’s that time of year. The drawn-in nights, 3.5-star film binges, and resurrection of the four-tins paunch. With a broad array of films – ranging from the nan-friendly to the avant-garde – MUBI‘s the streaming service tailor-made for idle post-work evenings spent marinating at the laptop. For £5.99 a month it barely even registers as an indulgence. And who can feel guilty when the binge centers on Seven Samurai?
What’s the abiding symbol of a dull, unsatisfactory Christmas spent among the turkey and second cousins? Another set of navy M&S socks. But it doesn’t have to be this way! Certainly not when the London Sock Company exists (£10 a month), whose range of ambitious, eminently stylish pairs are the perfect complement to that drawer stuffed with the unwanted filth of Christmas past.
Aside from putting an artfully thumbed copy of Finnegans Wake on your bedroom table when your Tinder date came round (“yuhh… I liked the ending the best”) when was the last time you grappled with some truly testing literature? Daunt Books (£70 a year) might be able to do you a favour. You get a yearly supply of elegantly packaged curated reading, ranging from contemporary fiction to classic travel writing.