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 »
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 »
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.
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Progress is a beautiful thing. It’s a beautiful thing that seems to encourage enormous levels of idiocy in people. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s a crazy world we live in; there are no two ways about that.
We live in an age of confusing political correctness where most people are afraid to say anything that might be construed as offensive to anyone else. It’s a sticky subject, for sure.
Wikipedia defines political correctness as:
“behavior seen as seeking to minimize social offense in gender, racial, cultural, sexual orientation, handicap, and age-related contexts.”
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