So for no apparent reason i thought i`d tell you about my "lads" night out, from time to time, think a few times a year me and some guys i grew up with meet for a liver bashing event which as the years plod past involves less of the liver bashing and more of a moan. So what do men my age talk about, well the usual start is who isn't getting any sex, bear in mind all are still married bar me, we don`t waste time with a verbal responce to this we just all raise our right hand, once out of the way who has attempted sex and the result, Billy won this hands down after regaling us with a woeful

To shred or not to shred? in this day and age we can`t just chuck out bank statements bills in fact just about anything with personal details, if you do some one with the same name as you will buy 30 plasma screens from ebay, in India, or you`ll find you bought land in China, now me well i hate shredding which is why i have a big box in the office to chuck in all the stuff that needs shredding, once full i jump up and down on it and pack in some more, after a year or so though it wins and i need to dig the old shredder out :( My mam and dad though love the shredder as though it was the

As an exciting guy, a man of mystery, a being of endless talent i did what i always do on a Saturday morning, clean the toilet,why in the name of all that is decent would i write about that you ask, well because even the simplest task can become complicated or is it just me. Childproof caps, and suddenly all the men know where i`m going here, you see men are strong Grrrrr and tough Grrrrr and we can fix stuff Grrrrrr we understand the mystery that is the flat pack, we can park cars without the need for a pontoon to bridge the gap to the curb, we fix stuff rather than hit it with a shoe in