Friday 24 April 2009

Dads are rubbish

Having been posting for a round a year or so, I've had plenty of opportunity of seeing and reading loads of interesting blogs. One of the things that quickly became really obvious is that men and women are different. I know at my age (37, exactly the same as it has been for many, many years) I should have spotted that sooner, but sometimes I'm just not that observant. I am, after all, just a bloke.

Sweeping generalisations are always open to savage criticism, but hey ho, here we go. I am, after all not criticising, just making some observations. Women seem to be far more supportive than men...especially of other women, but in general as well. So when someone posts a dilema they're facing, comments made by women, are warm, gentle and supportive, where as the men use humour in a more deprecating way....I know, I do it myself. I'm so funny, I make myself laugh. But not necessarily anyone else.

There always seems to be a 'female/Mums blogging festival' going on somewhere, where as in the last year, I think 've only seen one for men/Dads...thank you Sticky Fingers. So the knowledge, bonhomie and camaraderie between women grows. Perhaps men don't need it, and that explains why we can go down the pub, share no more than a few grunts, yet have a great evening. Women are so engrossed in each other's conversations, that they have to continue them in the loo.

So it comes as a joy to find that sometimes Dads need to bond, and lo and behold there is Dad Club. A place for Dad's to share stuff and other stuff. Of course, the first thing you'll notice is that it's not as busy as Piccadilly Circus, and it lacks a feminine cushions or pink things. But its a great place just to drop in. But you don't have to say anything...just the odd grunt or swear word will do. Just like the pub really. Now if only it had a pool table.

Tuesday 21 April 2009

Who am I?

For a few short months between the rigours of school and the laxness of university I shared an office with someone who had the same name as me. Given that my name is neither Smith nor Brown, that was quite a coincidence.

This week, google launched something called 'similar images' which allows users to look for images that are visually similar to an existing result. For some reason this fascinated me, so I wanted to give it a go. Naturally I don't google my name very often (erm), but in this instance I wondered what might pop out of the digital ether. So here's a selction of people who share my identity on google:

I'm not bald, nor do I wear glases (anymore). And is that a vest?

Watch out Lewis Hamilton

Running for the bus probably

I'm always smiling

I wish I could

Award winning

It'll be the Mandarin link

I could never master the recorder let alone a saxophone

Getting down

No, I don't know either

At the back, still not me, and still wearing a vest

A tattoo? Are you kidding me

NB the DJ