Modern Man

When I was little, men were heroes. Sir Edmund Hillary and sherpa Tensing conquered Everest. Shackleton rescued his entire crew in the Antarctic. But today ? . . . nope, can't think of any. The age of women has arrived. My extensive research ( several evenings telly watching ) has confirmed this. As a woman you can look ten years younger or learn how to dress better, but men, well you can be trained the same way a dog can ( by a woman, of course ). I blame comedy programmes. While you are laughing, their insidious message seeps slowly in. Men are a bit silly really we are told. Single men live like slobs of course and are obsessed with sex. If you marry one you can stop all that nonsense but he will probably feed catfood to the kids, lose your invalid mother somewhere and then hang out all your washing upside down. You can try giving instructions of course but do not expect them to be carried out correctly, even if you did have his attention when speaking. If you are a woman try dropping down about a foot and looking back up, you should meet his eyes then. But, like switching on to National Geographic by mistake, I can feel a change coming. The time is right - Mens Liberation is coming and you had better be prepared. At least with a gasmask for when the boxers and y-fronts start burning.

Hello

Due to popular demand (thanks Nicola, Keriann and Katherine) I have returned to blogging. Well I would if I had anything to say !

A whole flock of black swans seems to have flown through our family lately and they are still coming. All this has stressed my brain out so much that all higher functions have shut down. ( you may have noticed that mens' brains go on stand by if not constantly stimulated )

So I am off to read Eating for England by Nigel Slater.

In the meantime here is some music that fits my life perfectly at the moment - happily surreal but with an underlying feeling of mild panic.



Picture is by Nicola of me modelling the outfit I need to wear for my life at the moment

Spaces

Tuesday 6.45am

I hurt somebody close to me with my last post. It was unintentional, and the post was not about what she thought it was. But it happened and I regret it. In lettering, in drawing and music I think it is the spaces inbetween the lines and the notes that just as important as what is written. And in relationships as well, sometimes it is what you don't say that is as important as what you do say. I am not a cruel person and would never knowingly hurt another living thing, so this is my last post. From now on my thoughts will remain private, just for me.

All those . . . moments . . . . will be lost in time, like tears in rain.





Blogs are strange, quite often the person just stops posting and you are left wondering why. So if you have stumbled upon this one, I hope this explanation helps. The quote is from Bladerunner.