I'd buy him R Kelly's greatest hits.
A cat. He loves them, but said in a recent interview that he doesn't have one right now because he's on the road so much. Otherwise I'd give him the pleasure of my company, which should be present enough! (and I mean that in an intellectual way)
I'd cook him a nice dinner, all veg of course, with good wines, followed by dessert and coffee (or tea.) There's no better way to show someone you care than by cooking. And he's got to be sick of restaurant food and no where to call home.
Then I'd give him a ride back to his hotel. My fantasies stop right after dinner. I'm a married lady, after all.
To wipe his bum with the inlay?
I'll give him my presence at next Saturday's show.
Hmm. No, I might actually have to bring something because there is no evidence that he sees that as a present!
Right Suzanne, I am expecting you to coordinate the singing of the Happy birthday song, louder the better ok!