Not Giving a F**k

Being in the relatively early stages of development (The Dawdlers Guide, not me), it occurred to me that I didn’t have a decent strapline. I wanted something that immediately resonated with those fellow dawdlers in the world, such as ‘Forever plodding on’, ‘Sticking the middle finger up to modern life’ or ‘Bimbling on through life’. Before I finally settled on ‘Taking life easy since 1970*’, I almost considered using ‘Not giving a f**k since 1970’. (*Interesting point: I found out from my eldest, that in the computing world the beginning of time is in fact, 1970. Therefore the club strapline … Continue reading Not Giving a F**k

Something has to give…

There he was, standing straight in front of me.  I just couldn’t stop staring at him.  Wearing a towel that barely covered his nether regions, this rotund, wild-haired, middle-aged man, was squaring-up to me like a confronted alpha-male gorilla – shoulders pulled back, chest puffed out & his midriff sucked in.  While we stood, eyeballing each other for a few seconds, a noise similar to tyre suddenly being punctured, hissed from his mouth & his bloated abdomen descended rapidly to its natural, overhanging rest position.  Then, in grotesque fascination, I watched as he placed his two hands either side of … Continue reading Something has to give…