I’ve written about women for six years now. This is the same as writing for women. What this means is, not that I understand women more than the next guy, but that I have honed the skill of bullshitting. …
Tequila. That’s how it starts. And that’s how I end up in hospital. Two Thursdays ago I attended a Mexican Gastronomical shindig at the Intercontinental. Tequilas flowed. Now, I’m not normally your suave tequila gobbling urbanite, I try to …
Last week was an ass by numerous accounts, things went South, or should I say “things went tits up” as Tony Parsons, my favorite British author would say. A bad week is like eating onion rings; it always leaves …
There are guys who work hard at being men. Then there are guys who are just men. A real man doesn’t nurse his manhood. Check this. A month ago a pal of mine called me on a loose Friday …
I bought a tie. A spiffing red tie with thin discreet red stripes. I’m no expert on ties, but I can tell a sexy tie when I see one and I can also tell a tie that looks like …
