With side hustles, and an unending deluge of new content on social media platforms, ‘phubbing’ (portmanteau of phone and snubbing) the new normal, even these fleeting social interactions may be a thing of the past. Even self service kiosks at the supermarket make the extent of our conversational input relegated to ‘It’s not scanning’ and ‘Unknown item in bagging area’. Now I am off to the gym (‘can you please get off the equipment with your phone’).
Hope you enjoyed that! This, of course, is meant as a blanket statement of all the elderly. Sorry, but there it is. Complaints, outrage, and finger-wagging in the comments, please. Unfollowing is yet another option to express your displeasure! What a time we live in!
I just saw a truck and immediately a silly story came to me. Call it a sickness. Oh here’s the truck . . .
Ah that Willy, ever looking for an excuse to stay in bed and watch Netflix or episodes of Shaun the Sheep. This is clearly an exaggerated version of myself, and it is a lot of fun to fool around with hyperbole and engage in plain silliness.
Remember ‘getting’ the manager? Sorry, he said ‘no’. (20 minutes later)
Who here has something they love that YOUR parents foisted upon you. For me, it was James Herriot’s vet series (couldn’t sleep, had it thrust upon me at age ten), mum loved comedian/actor Tony Hancock, and so did I, and devoured his entire oeuvre, eventually! Most of MY efforts to engage my kids in what floated my boat have found little purchase. I’ve got the broad swathe of social media to compete with! Hopefully, my fine example as a law-abiding citizen will . . . well, maybe not.
These days we men must stifle our manliness, lest we offend. Ah, the days when we could hawk loudly and spit into the gutter, greeting our fellow men with faint, almost imperceptible, nods of the head. Now, it’s ‘How are you coping with your wife’s menopause’, or ‘Bring it in, brother. Let’s hug it out.’
Let there be a day where we can, once again, retreat into our smelly and unvalanced man caves, and speak in gruff monosyllables! (a bit like a certain teen son of mine)