Christmas Past, Christmas Present – Mustard Coloured Track Suit and a Leopard Skin Kimono

I will write another Christmas blog. Not now, though.

Let me just tell you straight away, I’ve never been good at buying presents.
Some of you may be saying,” Yes, that’s because you’re a bloke, they’re never good at buying presents.”
I know there are some men out there who are really good at it. They know exactly what to buy, which holiday to choose, what shade of colour best suits their partner, things that light up their faces on their birthday or at Christmas. This special breed of man has a real talent for getting it right. I like to call them complete bastards. They make me look so bad it’s unbelievable and it’s not as if I don’t have a feminine side. The female colleagues at (almost voluntary) work accuse me of mincing. “Walk like a man!” they shout at me as I flounce past. So it can’t be that. It’s not right to stereotype people. I…

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A man trapped inside a middle aged body still tries to be hip and trendy. Actually, no he doesn't. He says it as he sees it. as long as it's not too controversial. Living with his wife, Lady Barton St Mary, two children, Miss Katherine and Master Johnny in Randall Towers, he is constantly frustrated by the mechanisms of modern life and the issues raised by being the husband of a high flying executive and member of the aristocracy. All he wants is a quiet life and a full set of Deal or No Deal DVDs. Please help him.

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