Personal reflection
What's the difference between a clown and a man in a mid-life crisis...? I'm going to start by having a bit of a rant in defence of the humble male and something that has been held up as something to be ridiculed for as long as I can recall, namely the male midlife crisis. The female menopause is taken very seriously and is even treated by the medical fraternity. Ok so perhaps a male mid life crisis doesn't need drugs to treat it, I believe that if it hits in a big way though it does need treating with understanding and compassion. When I went public with a few of my close friends about the fact that I think I went through one last year A female friend said (quote) "Oh, so you admit it now do you...I could have told you that ages ago!" I was, though, astounded by the honest outpourings of confessions I received from some of my male friend. One in his mid 40s admitted to becoming 'star struck' by a girl young enough to be his daughter because she showed him some interest. Another admitted to having his hair dyed blond and putting an ear ring in for the first time at 40+ years old. Me? Well I spent a fortune on a new wardrobe and a convertible car that I kept for just 7 weeks before I grew up again. The day I bought the car was 17th November. It was cold but not raining or snowing so I had to travel the last 40 miles home with the top down. There I was in the freezing weather at around 5 pm on a Saturday evening driving a car with the top down and wearing my biggest down jacket that I bought to go up a 7,000 metre mountain. I had the heater blowing a gale and a hat and gloves on. I must have looked a choice p***k. That car lasted just 7 weeks before I changed it - I bought a Volvo. Talk about rebound! It's not just me and a few guys down the pub who endure this almost unavoidable blight on our usually sedentary lives. A very well know and wealthy local gentleman decided at almost 60 that he wanted to trade his wife down to a 30 year old. He left it too late to realise what he was doing and now he is stuck with her. My guess is that if your Dad or husband is between 40 and 60 then they too at some point will lament their youth and want to go back for a while. Believe me girls and ladies it might look funny to you but take it from me it is not funny and not at all comfortable. It's a bit like being almost drunk but not plastered... you know what you are doing….you even know that what you are doing is ridiculous...you just can't stop yourself doing it. Worse still you know that next morning you are going to feel like a real pillock. So, if Dad or husband comes home with a syrup, or dyed blonde hair and an ear ring (and he looks bloody ridiculous) or worse still daughters if he wants to go out with you and your mates on a Friday night and he starts dancing with one of your mates, don't laugh or disown him; realise that there is no drug; the only medicine that will work is for someone to understand him and give him a hug now and then and tell him you love him. Answer: A clown knows he is wearing ridiculous clothes. Finally, I was inspired, on the lead up to Christmas, by the number of emails I received from people telling me that they were not going to spend money on Christmas cards and postage and that the money they saved would be donated to a worthwhile cause. So inspired was I that I followed their lead. So, if you didn't receive a Christmas card from me last year (and you didn't!) rest assured that the money I saved on cards and postage went to a very worthy cause. If you would like to see where the saved money went...come round to my house and have a look at my new flat screen TV, Sky plus box and home cinema surround sound.
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