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As busy as July was, so August will be as quiet. The office is closed for a couple of weeks and though there may be the odd tweet, photo or post, most of what happens online wise in the next fortnight for me will be taking place here.
Other than that I’ll be mostly here. Enjoy your summer.
We don’t seem to get many super sunny scorchio summer days in the UK, so when we do I think it’s time to break out the shorts. I’ve never been a fan of dress codes (this earlier post on the subject drew a lot of comment when first published) and I think it’s daft that so many men boil, toil and sweat their way through a hot day in the city. Women readily take the opportunity to dress in a way that helps them stay cool, why don’t we? When I wear shorts it seems to coincide with plenty folk giving me sideways glances and having a laugh at me – and I’m fine with that 😀 After all, I’m not the one sitting their sweating buckets, which trust me ain’t such a great look in itself kids.
Something else that seems to cause a fuss is my old faithful Gucci manbag, I splashed out and bought this little beauty many years ago. I’m a little embarrassed to tell you that I paid £385 for it (ouch), even though I’ve like, used it loads and if I’d bought a cheaper one it would have worn out and I’d have to buy another and that would be like, more expensive in the long run. 8 years old, that works out around £48 a year, and falling 😉 Whatever, it’s a bag, I put my stuff in it and I like it.
Maybe it’s the heat that makes me go a bit doolally and favour slightly less usual attire, but surely I can’t be the only one….can I?
I left the house without my bag this morning and had to dash back and get it. On my way back to the station I forgot to look both ways crossing the road and had a narrow squeak. I’ve managed to survive the rest of the day so far and got to thinking about forgetting things. So in no particular order, here are five things I think we’ve forgotten how to use properly.
1. Roundabouts
I used to think that in England, we give way to the right on a roundabout. These days I’m not so sure. After several happy years without a car I was given one recently, and since then I’ve lost count of the number of times the front of my car has been narrowly missed by white van man. He seems to be able to simultaneously swear, drive with his knees, smoke and text. Yet the simple act of giving way at a roundabout eludes him. Still, at least it blows the argument that us blokes can’t multitask eh?
2. Speak Up
People often tell me they don’t like being told what to do yet they persist in dumbly allowing their boss to tell ’em. Maybe there’s a better way? But you sure as hell ain’t gonna find out if you don’t open your mouth and start the conversation. And if you really feel that’s not possible where you work, find another job.
3. Peanut Butter
Peanut butter can only exist in one of two magic quadrants. They are: 1. toasted crumpet, butter, marmite, peanut butter (strictly in that order) and 2. White bread, butter, jam, peanut butter (again, strictly in that order). Any other use of peanut butter is heresy.
4. Swearing
I can remember when the power of a good swear made the hairs on my neck stand up. A well timed, passionate swear can be the gateway to many exciting things. Trouble is, nowadays, folks’ dialogue is riddled with arseholes, bastards, pricks and wankers. So please, swear smartly.
5. Connecting Stuff
In the olde days, folks used to choose where to post stuff based on the likely audience. Career type stuff on LinkedIn, conversational stuff on Twitter, and goofing off on Facebook. Then some smartass decided it would be really cool if all these tools could be seamlessly connected. So now when I go to LinkedIn I get to see who just went for a run and who just checked in at the kwik e mart. And I’d rather not thanks. Just because we can do something doesn’t mean we should.
I’m starting to think I’ve lost, or at least forgotten, my marbles today. What have you seen people forget lately?