It’s almost that time of year when men everywhere will be wandering around looking like they’re going to a Chuckle Brothers convention. Yep, Movember is a comin’ and, after joining in for the first time last year and raising a humble but nonetheless pleasing £100 for male cancer charities, I will once again be joining …
Month: October 2012
“Why you no book online?” asks an idiotically contrived poster on my morning train. I’m sadly familiar with it. It’s positioned above the door I’m always stood next to due to there never being an empty seat. The character on the poster is clearly inspired by Nacho Libre. Cape, spandex, dodgy facial hair, the lot. …
It has come to my attention that I’m turning into my dad. This isn’t a bad thing at all, the man’s a legend who I look up to. Well, I would do if he weren’t shorter than me. Anyway, pretty much every day this week, I’ve found myself saying or doing something that is very …
I’ve got a confession to make. I’m not sure whether it’s going to make me sound like a miserable git or uncaring dad, but sod it. I know I’m not and I can’t resist a good rant, so here goes. I hate bath night. Every other day, I’ll be on my way home after a …
I’ve got plenty to muse about this week. It’s all good stuff too, which is nice. The big news is that, thanks to my best mate, Rob, finally popping the question to his good lady, Helen, I’m going to fulfill the life-long ambition of being his best man. I’m so happy for them both and …