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Entry for 29th December, 2007
2008-01-28 22:18:00 Welcome to the Blog of the Kindly Cuppa 40 Cups of Tea With 40 Friends is my goal in life. And it must be done before 10th July. Click here to find out why. If you would like to be my friend and earn a QCT (Qualifying Cup of Tea) then let me know. No. of QCTs to date: 2 The television unit is complete! As with all DIY jobs, it conformed to Alan B's First Rule of DIY. It also, fully complied with Alan B's Second Law of DIY, which is that, for every DIY job you undertake, you will need to spend 25% of the value of the item which is being DIY'd on tools and related items. So, for the television unit, I required to purchase a jig saw, a G clamp and a countersink. At any event, the unit looks rather nice, proudly supporting the telly in the kitchen. I feel that I have freed the little pieces of flat pack wood from the confines of their cardboard box. I think they were sad in there, having all the potential to be a television unit, but unfulfilled, like the janitor bloke that was a p... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 28th December, 2007
2008-01-27 19:07:00 Welcome to the Blog of the Kindly Cuppa 40 Cups of Tea With 40 Friends is my goal in life. And it must be done before 10th July. Click here to find out why. If you would like to be my friend and earn a QCT (Qualifying Cup of Tea) then let me know. No. of QCTs to date: 2 My friend The Adviser has joined me for a cup of tea, and here we are enjoying a refreshing cuppa in my living room. Thus he has taken me 10% of the way to the target of 40. This is a promising start, but I still need more tea-drinking friends. The picture does not adequately convey the chaos which surrounded us. The flat-pack television unit was still strewn around the floor like a jigsaw puzzle on boxing day, and my children were alternately throwing tantrums. In fairness, this was probably nurture rather than nature ? they had no doubt been observing my own behaviour as I tried to construct the hateful piece of furniture. The Adviser and I once played in a band together, and we still get together now and ag... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 27th December, 2007
2008-01-27 19:03:00 Welcome to the Blog of the Kindly Cuppa 40 Cups of Tea With 40 Friends is my goal in life. And it must be done before 10th July. Click here to find out why. If you would like to be my friend and earn a QCT (Qualifying Cup of Tea) then let me know. No. of QCTs to date: 1 I may have mentioned to you before that I used to play the role playing game (RPG) Dungeons and Dragons as a nerdy teenager. When I reached nerdy adulthood, I cast the hobby aside, as it was clearly inconsistent with any possibility of copping off with anyone of the opposite sex (or indeed anyone of the same sex and most members of the animal kingdom). However, my friend Laughing Boy planted the insidious suggestion that a few of the old D&D crowd should get together for one last trip down the dungeons. And I am pleased to say that we have now gathered together a big enough group of like-minded saddos to make it all worthwhile! I think so far we have gathered 2 solicitors, 1 industrial chemist, a financial advi... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Dramatis Personae
2008-01-27 18:58:00 This is a page I'll try to update from time to time, so that you can keep an eye on the characters that regularly cross my path. The Adviser is a friend from school days. He has a tendency towards offering lifestyle advice to anyone who will listen. I tuned out years ago. We played in a band together many years ago. We were rubbish. Especially him. If you ever get him and a guitar in the same room, ask him to play you the opening riff of ?You Really Got Me? by the Kinks. He is especially hopeless at that. Lanarkshire?s Leading Actress is, like all good actors, a pleasing mixture of ego and insecurity. She drives a pink car and likes salad cream. Laughing Boy My Significant Other is very patient. The Small Round Faced People are my two children. Who knew that bodily fluids came in so many interesting varieties? Not me certainly. The Couch Potato has a symbiotic relationship with his sofa. He is my oldest friend too, and knows secrets about me which must go to his grave....
Entry for 26th December, 2007
2008-01-27 00:38:00 Welcome to the Blog of the Kindly Cuppa 40 Cups of Tea With 40 Friends is my goal in life. And it must be done before 10th July. Click here to find out why. If you would like to be my friend and earn a QCT (Qualifying Cup of Tea) then let me know. No. of QCTs to date: 0 I usually look after The Small Round Faced People on a Saturday as my Significant Other runs a dance school. This means that I am well-qualified to offer advice on how to approach child-care. In what may be the first of number of entries I will provide you with Alan B's Tips on Childcare. Today's recommendation is that you do not combine caring for two children aged under two years old with any form of DIY. More particularly, do attempt to construct a flat-pack television unit. Gentlemen, I think we all already know the stress induced by self-build packages, and their smug instructions, showing step-by-step how a real man would put the item of furniture together. That stress is multiplied exponentially when 2 smal... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 25th December, 2007
2008-01-27 00:23:00 Welcome to the Blog of the Kindly Cuppa 40 Cups of Tea With 40 Friends is my goal in life. And it must be done before 10th July. Click here to find out why. If you would like to be my friend and earn a QCT (Qualifying Cup of Tea) then let me know. No. of QCTs to date: 1 Hurrah! Here is the first of what I hope will be many cups of tea, in my quest. This is me and my friend Lanarkshire's Leading Actress, enjoying a refreshing cuppa this afternoon. She popped in with her boyfriend this afternoon, and I immediately offered her a brew, on condition that she allowed herself to be emblazoned here on the blog for the gratification of my regular readers. She is a talented actress, and as we all know the word for "actress" and the word for "prostitute" are the same in many languages. She accepted my offer immediately, the craven, publicity-seeking, crazy girl that she is. Speaking of craven, publicity-seeking; you will be able to catch Lanarkshire's Leading Actress in Practical Magic Thea... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 24th December, 2007
2008-01-26 02:31:00 Welcome to the Blog of the Kindly Cuppa 40 Cups of Tea With 40 Friends is my goal in life. And it must be done before 10th July. Click here to find out why. If you would like to be my friend and earn a QCT (Qualifying Cup of Tea) then let me know. No. of QCTs tp date: 0 I am still feeling depressed about the result of the Burns Supper. I only have 364 days to come up with a speech. Morecombe and Wise took years to hone their act, but I am given only a little over 11 months. What chance does that give me? I have already been rejected by River City this year. I don't think I can face the derision of The Jolly Beggars Burns Club. If it goes badly then my career in show business will be over even before it has begun. The Jolly Beggars Burns Club is responsible for my poor mental health. I have eaten too many fig rolls because I am depressed and comfort eating. I feel a bit sick and think that I will sue the club for damages. That will teach them. More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 23rd December, 2007
2008-01-26 02:14:00 Welcome to the Blog of the Kindly Cuppa 40 Cups of Tea With 40 Friends is my goal in life. And it must be done before 10th July. Click here to find out why. If you would like to be my friend and earn a QCT (Qualifying Cup of Tea) then let me know. No. of QCTs to date: 0 I go to a Burns Supper every year, and tonight was the night. If you have been following my efforts at sobriety, you will be proud of me. I made it through the whole evening without a drop passing my lips. That is now 21 days without a bevvy. Oddly, I didn't particularly miss it. It is odd to have an evening in the West of Scotland, without returning in a taxi bewildered and impoverished. The night was great fun as it always is. Almost all the entertainment - readings, songs, speeches - are made by club members - so, it's a very warm-hearted affair. However, there is a down-side to the fact that all of the entertainment is home made. At the end of the evening they announce who next year's entertainers are going t... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 22nd December, 2007
2008-01-24 23:45:00 Welcome to the Blog of the Kindly Cuppa 40 Cups of Tea With 40 Friends is my goal in life. And it must be done before 10th July. Click here to find out why. If you would like to be my friend and earn a QCT (Qualifying Cup of Tea) then let me know. No. of QCTs tp date: 0 I had no idea that everyone was gasping for a cuppa. If I'd known how parched you all were, I'd have warmed the pot and invited you all round. I have now had seven offers for cups of tea. Some with old friends, and some with strangers. Indeed one offer even came from the United States. I am not sure how my Significant Other will feel if I tell her I am flying to the US to have tea with a stranger. However, if that is what it takes to reach 40 QCTs (Qualifying Cups of Tea) then that is what I shall do. Unfortunately, one non-tea drinker has asked if it is ok for them to have a soft drink. I am afraid, that my self-imposed rules do not allow such exceptions (except for Mormons and other people who have a conscientio... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 21st December, 2007
2008-01-24 23:36:00 Welcome to the Blog of the Kindly Cuppa 40 Cups of Tea With 40 Friends is my goal in life. And it must be done before 10th July. Click here to find out why. If you would like to be my friend and earn a QCT (Qualifying Cup of Tea) then let me know. No. of QCTs tp date: 0 I have just been involved in a car crash. Don't worry. No-one was hurt. I can still type, so all three of you will still be able to enjoy my idle musings over your morning cappuccino, when you should be tackling your in tray. I fear that the accident was my fault. I have deduced this from the fact that my car was moving (backwards actually). The other vehicle was in fact stationary. And empty. What with it being parked in a perfectly legal spot at the side of the road. I say it was stationary. It was until it jolted as I rammed into it side long as I reversed out my driveway. There was a moment's silence, and then its car alarm went off. It didn't make the usual siren noise. Instead a loud, shrill voice started ... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 20th December, 2007
2008-01-23 22:05:00 Welcome to the Blog of the Kindly Cuppa 40 Cups of Tea With 40 Friends is my goal in life. And it must be done before 10th July. Click here to find out why. If you would like to be my friend and earn a QCT (Qualifying Cup of Tea) then let me know. No. of QCTs tp date: 0 I am delighted to report that 4 people have volunteered to have a QCT (see above) with me before my 41st birthday. I am practically a tenth of the way to my target already. However, I note that two of the volunteers live in England, so my quest may not be as easy at first appears. It may be that a bit of a road trip is in order. I will need to look out my flask to ensure that the tea stays warm for the journey. At any rate, I am encouraged. It proves what I have always believed: that tea is a civilising influence, bringing people throughout the world together. Always be suspicious of a man who refuses a cup of tea. (I will grant Mormons an exception on conscentious grounds. Should anybody from Utah wish to participa... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 19th December, 2007
2008-01-23 21:52:00 So far this evening I have not played Medieval Total War. I am feeling twitchy. I know that just a mouse click away barbarian hordes are rattling their tiny shields and waiting for my command. The way I see it, they were made for one thing and one thing only - to fight. It almost seems cruel not to send them into battle. It is like having Louis Armstrong in the cupboard and not giving him a trumpet. However, I am going cold turkey today on account of having sat up until 1am again last night. (The pesky Vikings were troubling my flanks.) As a result, I feel like my brain has turned into two large marshmallows - a white one for the left hemisphere, and a pink one for the right. Instead of neurons, my thought processes are now controlled by minuscule tortoises, crawling very slowly between the marshmallows. The only thought they are capable of carrying is etched onto their tiny shells in crayon. It reads - "Sleep." More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 18th December, 2007
2008-01-23 01:07:00 I have decided to continue my fortieth birthday celebrations notwithstanding the fact that my birthday was six months ago. I am instituting my new project - 40 Cups of Tea With 40 Friends Before I reach the age of 41 in six months time, I aim to have 40 cups of tea with 40 friends. The friends can be old or new, and to qualify as a "hit" on the road to the target, my friend must agree to have their photo posted up here on the blog to prove that they have been bagged. I have chosen tea for obvious reasons: it is the universal social beverage. What better way to celebrate my inevitable advance towards the grave, than by quaffing some Tetley or Earl Grey? But it will not be easy. I will need to average about 7 QCTM (Qualifying Cups of Tea per Month). This will be tough, as I think I only actually have three friends, so you will have to wish me luck. If you would like to be my friend, and you would like a Qualifying Cup of Tea, let me know. My e-mail is at the top of the screen. I am ... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 17th December, 2007
2008-01-23 00:58:00 I am still playing Medieval Total War on the computer. My eyes are blurry and my head is aching, but I will not give up. It seems clear to me that the manufacturers of computer games are peddling a product that is as addictive as crack cocaine. And unlike crack cocaine, computer games are less constructive - they do not lead to pleasant social and business interaction with dealers and fellow users. Instead, the sad, addicted user of the computer game, spends his time stuck on his own at a keyboard. The user of crack might at least find a few minute respite from the stresses of every day life as the drug coarses through his system. The games player on the other hand merely feels his temples throb and his heart pound as little pixelated soldiers die as a result of his poor command. The post-traumatic stress is enormous. Only this evening I have been personally responsible for the needless slaughter of 250 Welsh peasants. There is blood on my hands people. Will they ever be clean aga... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 16th December, 2007
2008-01-22 01:42:00 It is amazing how relaxed I feel now that the proof reading is over, and I don't have anything in my diary outside work. Proof reading is like banging your head off a brick wall - it is great when you stop and they cart you off to hospital where you can spend six months recuperating from the head injuries/stress related illnesses (delete as appropriate). In addition to playing computer games, i have also retrieved my guitar from the loft. Imagine the delight on the face of my Significant Other as I emerged from the attic clutching my badly tuned Yamaha (no - that is not a euphemism for anything). Can you imagine how she smiled encouragingly at me? It seems surprising that she did not come through to the living room while I strummed out some old favourites. Instead, she retreated to the kitchen after firmly closing at least two doors. I expect she did not want to interrupt the muse. She is thoughtful that way. I may write a little song for her, just o show her how much she is appr... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 15th December, 2007
2008-01-22 01:33:00 Well - the proofs for the book are revised and dispatched to the publishers, and I feel a huge sense of relief as they wing their way to Edinburgh. I even bought a stupid computer game to celebrate and allowed myself the luxury of a couple of hours pointlessly sending pixelated medieval armies to their doom. It was a total waste of time and it was lovely to waste it. I am not normally particularly keen on computer games. I am not really a man who needs to find more ways to fill his time. Computer games seem to be particularly dangerous territory for a person with obsessive personality traits. I suspect that way lies redundancy and probably the divorce courts. Already I can sense I will have a sleepless night, thinking about battle tactics for tomorrow's battles on the laptop. Oh dear. I should really focus my attention on casting "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest". I already have a few of the key parts filled, but I'd like to get everything sorted within the next month, so that I... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 14th December, 2007
2008-01-20 18:54:00 My script submission for River City has been rejected. I have to say I slightly disappointed, because I thought the material was not too bad. However, the reader felt that it wasn't visual enough for tv, which I think is actually fair enough, and given it's the first time I've had a go at a TV script, I don't feel too bad about it. I'm inclined to have another go at it in six months time or so, and if that's rejected too then I will console myself with the thought that I am destined for better things, than Soap Opera. It is only a matter of time before the talent scouts at the Sunday Times spot this blog, and offer me the elusive and lucrative column that we all know I so richly deserve. It is clearly a day for literate matters, because I will finish the proof read of the law book tonight. I think it will be hitting the shelves of a good bookstore near you during February, so if any of you are in need of a practical Valentine's gift, then what better way to say "I love you" t... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 13th December, 2007
2008-01-20 14:58:00 I am recovering from the children's party yesterday. So far no-one has served a writ on me as a result of The Roundfaced Girl's behaviour, but I fear that it is only a matter of time before the sheriff officers come knocking, with papers relating to the theft of a Mr Kipling Apple Bramwell. She has taken to stealing items from other children, believing that this is OK provided that the action is accompanied by the word "Please" or "Share". It is difficult to be too chiding when one is laughing so hard it hurts your nether parts. At any event, I am secretly proud of her. She will survive if she is ever cast adrift on a lifeboat with limited rations. I rather fear for the other passengers though. I suspect that they might be deemed to be "emergency rations" when the going gets tough. More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 12th December, 2007
2008-01-20 02:30:00 My significant Other managed to get us an invite to a three year old's party at a soft play area. I say "us" but she cunningly managed to do it on a day when she was busy, so that I had the pleasure of taking the Two Small Round Faced People (both under the age of two) to the party. It is easier to control Cemtex. A toddler's birthday party is rather like a fiendish experiment devised by a mad biologist to study Darwinian competion in its distilled, raw state. You feed the little people up on cake, and sugary drinks, and cheesy Wotsits; play loud music to them; and then set them free in a room with lots of other little people. The adults all converse politely with one another, but throughout these conversations everyone is keeping their peripheral vision fixed firmly on their own child, and periodically, in the middle of perfectly civil conversations about house prices or commuting times to Falkirk, a mother will shriek something like "Brigitte - don't bite that little boy's leg... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 11th December, 2007
2008-01-19 22:31:00 My cousin was up from England today. I haven't seen him for about three years, so it was good to see him. Well, it was good to see him until he told me I was getting grey-haired. I refrained from telling him that it is a lot better than being ginger, but with a bit of luck he will read this, and realise with a flash of insight that I am becoming a silver fox, whilst he will forever remind girls of Bradley the simpering carrot-topped cuckold from Eastenders. Relatives telling me that I am going to seed seems to be a bit of a recurring theme. The last time I saw my uncle who died recently, he accosted me in the street and told me that I was putting on weight. I suspect that these would not be the last words that anyone would want to be remembered by, but nevertheless it's true. Accordingly, now whenever I stand forlornly in the scud on the bathroom scales I will think of him. More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 10th December, 2007
2008-01-19 01:55:00 As a follow up to yesterday's post, I found some more reviews for the Stag Hotel in Lochgilphead. I rather like the one from the Italian guest, who clearly knows how to use an exclamation mark to Latin effect!!!!! More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 9th December, 2007
2008-01-19 01:52:00 My colleague has to go to Lochgilphead on business and has been looking for a hotel. Being a man at one with modern technology, he used Google to look for a suitable place to stay overnight, rather than face a long and weary drive back in the dark after his day's work. Now, tourism is one of Scotland's most important industries nowadays, and we pride ourselves in providing a welcome that is second to none. With that in mind, have a look at the Google reviews for The Stag Hotel in Lochgilphead. I particularly like the German one. Even if you don't sprechen sie Deutsch, I suspect that you will get the gist. More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 8th December, 2007
2008-01-19 01:45:00 My Significant Other is a teacher. This, of course, is a cushy job. Don't let any teacher tell you otherwise. They get about 42 weeks holidays a year, they get "in-service days" (i.e. "sit around in the staff room drinking tea" days, and they get to go down the pub every day at 3.30pm with their alcoholic teacher pals. (She is here now. She says it isn't true. Honestly it - really is stressful.) Good she's gone. Come on - we all know that it's a wee pretendy job. (She is ranting in the background now.) Anyway, I'm not complaining. At least i get some of my hard-earned tax back in the form of her state-paid wages. And of course there's the ridiculously generous pension plan. Not that I will ever get to see that. Because I have a proper job, and therefore will die of some stress-induced illness long before I retire, thus allowing all the public sector workers (who get to retire at the age of about 29) to live off my National Insurance contributions as they buy up second homes in... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 7th December, 2007
2008-01-18 00:44:00 The Blackberry truly is the Devil's Plaything. It is, without doubt, the work of Beelzebub and all his demon hordes. Once, people could escape work when they travelled on a train, or when they put their feet up in front of the television of an evening. But no, because of the demonic Blackberry, everyone, everywhere, is at the beck and call of unreasonable bosses and demanding clients at any time of the day or night. Here is the truth. There is nothing - absolutely nothing - that is so important that it cannot wait until the morning. In fact, if somethin seems to be that important, then I would wholeheartedly suggest that you want to take at least a week to think about it, perhaps talk it over with your colleagues and loved ones. Make the idea wear a few differnet hats to see what suits it. Take it for a walk in the park to see if you and the idea are compatible and can really make a go of it. Do not take it home on the first date, put some Barry White on the stero and act on it i... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 6th December, 2007
2008-01-18 00:29:00 One of the things that I am dreading now that I am a father is having to have a "facts of life" conversation with the children at some unspecified date in the future. Even the fact that this is many, many years away cannot stop the gnawing feeling of panic in the pit of my stomach - you know - the one you get when you realise you have made a mammoth cock-up of something important at work. As far as I am concerned I am now wholly in favour of sex education in schools. Anything to avoid me having to think up euphamisms, and talk about "when mummy's and daddy's love one another very much...well..it's like daddy gives mummy this seed thing...well...sometimes he does...you know...if it's his birthday, or Hamilton Accies get promotion...and sometimes the seed grows...and it doesn't turn into a radish or a tulip or anything...no...not a radish...no sirree...but a baby! Isn't that amazing. Look...err...here's a fiver...go and buy a copy of FHM." One of the women at work today mention... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 5th December, 2007
2008-01-16 22:38:00 I was recently offered a professional appointment, subject to getting a Disclosure certificate. Disclosure is a newish system where a central government agency hold all sorts of information about you (criminal convictions, sexual peccadilloes, favourite Spice Girl etc.) and on payment of a fee they will release a report about you and all your criminal misdemeanors. Essentially, of course, it is a back-covering exercise. Anyone running a club or society now needs to pay a fee to make sure that the would-be Scout Master does not hold a series of convictions for tying up small mammals using a round turn and two half hitches. I have no convictions or police cautions (except obviously for speeding tickets which don't count - they merely serve to mark you out as a rakish prince of the road). However, it did not stop me shaking a little as I opened the envelope. I cannot help but have noticed over the past few weeks that the executive has not been entirely careful with personal data, and ... More About: December , December 2007 , Entry
Entry for 21st November, 2007
2008-01-09 22:37:00 Health and bloody safety. Today my significant other tried to buy a pair of mittens for the Round Faced Boy. Being a sensible type she asked for a pair with the little string attached so that he can?t drop them. Apparently these are now banned because of health and safety. Presumably some expert in a white lab coat has been subjecting mittens to exacting tests in a warehouse somewhere in Essex. I imagine ranks of laborotary rats have been forced to wear mittens of a variety of materials and colours, and one day we will produce the perfect, safe mitten. We will shuffle around the grey streets wearing our UniMitten, perfectly safe, but bored out our tits, longing for the halcyon days when mittens came on strings. What sort of a nation have we become? It seems we need to carry out a risk assessment before rising from bed in the morning, otherwise we run the risk of falling foul of some European Directive on Safe Bed Exit Strategies. We need to assess the potential dangers of loppi... More About: November , November 2007 , Entry
Entry for 20th November, 2007
2008-01-09 14:50:00 I have now been blogging every day for over a year. If I had not wasted all this time, I could probably have completed a draft of a short novel. If I had gone to the gym instead I would now have the body of a Greek god and would have extended my life expectancy by three years. But I am selfless, and I chose to spend my time entertaining you - my three regular readers. I know that your lives would be all the poorer without reading about my trips to Morrisons or my Thursday night badminton exploits. In many ways my blog is really a charity, although I note that no-one has yet sent me a donation (in spite of the hours and hours of reading pleasure that I have given you). If this is making anyone feel guilty, then I strongly encourage you to send me money. You will feel better. I assure you. I am also saddened by the fact that none of the Sunday broadsheets has yet offered me a regular column on the strength of the blog. I suspect that the editors are locked in negotiation with their ac... More About: November , November 2007 , Entry
Entry for 19th November, 2007
2008-01-08 20:43:00 I bought an engagement present for one of my colleagues today. Even though I am currently teetotal (4 days and counting), I thought I?d buy the happy couple half a dozen bottles of wine. So, I trecked along to the supermarket, made my purchase and carted the wine out to the car in one of these fancy cardboard wine carriers that hold six bottles. These wonders of origami are the luggage of choice for the alcoholic middle-classes ? cunningly devised by the supermarkets to allow lonely housewives and stressed businessmen to tote four times their recommended weekly number of alcohol units out to the BMW in one fail swoop. However, I normally buy my wine in Sainsburys where there wine carrier is sturdy enough to carry diminutive chef Jamie Oliver and five courgettes grown by him on his allotment. Not so the wine carrier from Morrisons. The Morrison?s wine carrier is a flimsy creation. I should have known better than to trust a supermarket not endorsed by young Jamie, as I discovered t... More About: November , November 2007 , Entry
Entry for 18th November, 2007
More articles from this author:2008-01-08 15:00:00 My significant Other has been engaged in a frenzy of domestic activity. This has largely centered on making me move large objects from one side of rooms to the other, then saying in an undecided tone "I think I liked the piano where it was before. What do you think?" The question "What do you think?" when posed by women that you are close to is a dangerous one for us menfolk. There are few safe answers. If you opt for the seemingly innocuous "I'm happy to leave it up to you," then this is likely to be met with accusations that you never take an interest in her hair/decoration/the need to sponsor a donkey sanctuary in West Wales (delete as appropriate). Equally, telling the truth is generally not an option when it comes to such matters. This is because the truthful answer is almost always "I really don't care. Please can I go back to the important job of alphabetically cataloging my extensive CD collection." Venturing an opinion on the matter in hand carries the risk that your vie... More About: November , November 2007 , Entry 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 |
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