Month: January 2019

Hi, I was going to write about the Gilette video campaign, but I’ve still got mixed feelings about the whole thing. Actually, it seems like I am going to write about it. I’ll save the other idea for another day. So, for those of who you missed it, Gilette released a video – see their YouTube channel – in which they call out the behaviour of certain men and talk about how we could be better. I am behind this. I do think some of us can do better. Hell, I will go as far to say that I know I can. There are times when I’ve said a rude joke and made a female friend uncomfortable. I apologised to […]

Hi, A handful of metres behind me, just behind the unlocked white gloss door of a built-in cupboard, is a large grey bag. It’s packed, not quite to bursting, and it rests out of everyone’s sight, except in my imagination. They are, of course, my other clothes. The items I wear when I need to express another side of me, or, perhaps more accurately, all of me. It contains what I was going to wear last night, except I was just too tired. Too tired to go through the routine of a close shave, a trim of my eyebrows, and removing what little chest hair I have. I appreciate that with two nights out a month, this routine is considerably lighter […]

Hi, My two week holiday is almost at an end, but it’s been great. A mix of late mornings, walks out with the Jones Posse, a spot of lunch, some gaming, a few films, and so on. But, more than anything, I think it’s been the lack of a need to rush anywhere. Okay, we do need to be up before noon and yes, mealtimes have some semblance of accuracy, but I’m not finding us – or me – sprinting between Task 1 to X and rarely taking the time to enjoy things. Take today, for example, Little Miss was invited to a birthday party for a school friend, while the Ever Lovely Mrs J and Wee Man nipped out […]