Topic: Lifeblog
These Boots are Made for Dancing
Not that I’ve been dancing around the Scout hut to the Blues Brothers or anything.
I’m Not Apologising For Being A Man
Heres the deal, I’m a guy I was born that way. At no point did anyone ask me which sex I preferred, or do a bit of a survey of the options. But in the end thats what I turned out as and all being well, I’m quite happy. So when I’m standing there on the train keeping one eye on my folding bike whilst leafing through whatever book fell off the shelf first don’t for all that is holy look at me like i’m something you might find on the bottom of your shoe. It’s not my fault that your boyfriend, husband, partner or whatever can’t cook, can’t wash up, smells funny, is lazy, or any permetation of a million things they are not me.
Why is it offensive for me to make even a midly sexist remark, but yet railing on men is considered fair game. Iv’e heard the argument that it’s just payback from the many years of the dark ages when women where subjegated by their husbands and fathers but I didn’t do that, my father didn’t do that but yet I better not complain or i’ll be accused of being stroppy or childlike.
Why is it when I take you out for a date you instantly assume I’m a failure because I choose not to drive a car, never stopping to ask if I actually can drive (which I can) or why I made that choice.
Why is that I’m supposed to understand your feelings and sense of inadiquecy when compared to the girls you see in the magazine but you never stop to ask how I feel, or how the constant parade of pop stars and football players who girls swoon over, who look pretty but have the intellegence of a bacon sandwich.
All this goes through my head in the nanosecond you give me that glance, everytime. Rejection is easy when you just get told I’m not interested again for the hundreth time, when it’s done in a mere glance without word or thought it hurts like a fresh knife wound everytime.
I am David J. Lodwig I am an adventurer, a cyclist, a scout and a human being, I am what I am nothing more, nothing less.
How old am I
A cup of Tea and chitty chitty bang bang on the telly.
Fantastic, no really that Dick Van Dyke is one lucky bugger dancing with all those pretty girls. Oh hang on I do that as well, he’s just older and thinner.
Yeh, and he can actually dance.
The unbearable mediocrity of this modern world
I’ve sat here this evening and the television has been blaring out nothing but pretty adverts about spending every single penny you have on lots of worthless tat. This year like every other many people without the funds to sustain the projected image of doing alright will buck the credit crunch and spend money they don’t have and push themselves further into debt in order to get that shiny new toy the kids are screaming for.
Silly isn’t it.
I especially hate the littlewoods advert it’s creepy and consumer mental.
And yes I get how ironic this is considering the last post.
Xmas List 2008
For anyone whose wondering what to get me for Christmas 2008 here are a few ideas.
Office Chair
Ikea Karsten
Digital Kitchen Scales
Salter Large Read Digital Scale
Digital Bathroom Scales
Salter Razor UST Scale
Slow Cooker
Morphy Richards Slow Cooker
Laptop Riser Stand
Griffin Elevator Laptop Stand
Books ‘n Stuff
Rick Steins Coast to Coast
Jamies Ministry of Food
Closing Time - Joseph Heller
Something Happened - Joseph Heller
God Knows - Joseph Heller
Catch as Catch Can - Joseph Heller
Notes from a Small Country - Bill Bryson
Notes from a Big Country - Bill Bryson
Down Under - Bill Bryson