Quote:What (in your society) is a 'real man'?
Not me.
My dad was, his dad made money supplying hardwood sleepers to the railway, old style.
Dad didn't knock on the front door, he'd walk around the verandah to the back door.
One time he appeared there with a big smile on his face.
I was reading/singing The Teddy Bears Picnic to my daughter.
A couple of months ago I was offloading my kayak, there were some local government workers.
Cough pooftah
What? I'm old, I haven't been pretty for decades.
Do I have a mincing step?
Who cares? the fuckwit probably spends his leisure watching sport.
I've got a new granddaughter to sing to sing The Teddy Bears Picnic to.
I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
JH
JH
