I realise there has been somewhat of a hiatus between my blog posts. I have had very little to report other than my relentless pursuit of cravats, my obsession with badgers and near death experiences with my ironically named 'safety razor'.
I did however manage to make a short holiday in the most delightful part of England known as the 'The Lake District'. Whereupon I stayed with the family on a nature reserve which reminded me of the Hitchcock classic 'The Birds'.
Seldom have I seen such naked hatred from a creature as a bird. Their obvious antipathy towards bipeds is alarming.
I have long held the belief that animals are essentially nazi's. They are aggressive, xenophobic and give the opportunity will quickly march in military fashion (see ducks for an example).
Regardless of such trivial travails, I did at least manage to be manly on at least one occasion this week wherein a fire was built on the beach in the style recommended by Mr McKay. I found this to be strangely satisfying, as though some primitive man had been born anew. Then I noticed I was wearing a V-neck sweater and with a shirt and tie and thought to myself 'maybe not'.
Whilst in the Lake District I also found myself to be the object of attention from a group of Japanese tourists whom photographed me. I put this down to the garb I was wearing on that particular day, (sturdy hat, tweed jacket, shirt and tie, large moustache etc). My son remarked to me that "I look like I belong from another time". Somehow I doubt he meant the neolithic era.