May 4, 2010 2
A while ago in this blog post I wrote a letter to Tesco about their lazy, sexist, outdated retailing, and I promised to let you know if I got a reply.
A got a reply a while ago and, erm, forgot to mention it. Read the rest of this entry »
Apr 29, 2010 1
This is a story about men. Met who met in a distant age, before everyone had iPhones and laptops and wi-fi and facebook and neither the means nor indeed the inclination for the constant, relentless barrage of shared information which, if we’re all honest, is just another welcome distraction from what we actually should be doing.
It was 1999, and I was starting university. I had terrible dress sense; a velour luminous orange v-neck Cotton Traders shirt was the worst offender, usually accompanied with black shiny plastic-effect trousers. Inexplicably I was single. Read the rest of this entry »
Apr 28, 2010 0
I have a morning routine.
I get up, put on my dressing gown, grab a towel from the banister and walk into the bathroom. I have a wee-wee. I only shave on Mondays and Wednesdays, unless I have an important meeting with some important or a presentation or something, but this is rare and avoided at all costs.
If it’s a shave day I shave, then shower. Otherwise I get straight in the shower. Hair, face, armpits, ‘bits,’ feet, always in that order. I get out, dry myself, ruffle my hair in the mirror (if I don’t I’ll have shit hair — well, shitter than usual — all day). Dressing gown on, I put my towel on the banister and go downstairs, put the kettle on. Two mugs; me on the right, whatshername on the right. A teaspoon of coffee in each. A splash of cold water in mine, milk in whatshername’s. Read the rest of this entry »
Apr 7, 2010 2
It’s been a couple of weeks now since my last blog. What’s he been up to? is the question that probably couldn’t have been further from your thoughts.
Have I been out running, eating healthily, and losing weight? No. Although I did lose three pounds. Then went out, got hideously swearily offensively drunk and had a curry. Read the rest of this entry »
Mar 17, 2010 3
My mate Steve used to have a poster of Muhammad Ali in his bedroom; the iconic shot of Ali standing over Heavyweight Champion Sonny Liston having flattened him in the first minute of the first round of their 1965 fight.
