Viability

I don’t think I need to make a mission statement: As you well know I like men, abundantly – most of you in general, a few in particular. Some of you I love if it kills me.

However, it takes till 1 June 2008 to filter through, and be published in a worthy paper, that there is a risk to children’s health being fathered by a man of a certain age??? How inane is that?

That space is given to this most common sense finding I find offensive to a reader’s intelligence, to say the least. We’ve had the notion – and proof – of a bad egg for a long time (and no, I have no time for women over a certain age designing the ultimate accessory). 

But, by golly, who would have thought that sperm too has a use-by-date? Roshan, maybe one for you to comment on. And yes, I know, all those great creative men who fathered apparently perfectly healthy offspring in their eighties – pity the children, is all I can say.

In context of the above, and just to round this up, may I also declare complete disdain for the art of using statistics on the minds of the uninitiated majority of the public. 

U

Give us our daily bread

“If your toast always lands buttered side down, plan ahead: Butter the other side instead.”

Please do not dismiss the above as a cheap joke.

I rarely drop anything, and a piece of spoilt toast is tossed into the bin without a second thought – unless it was the last slice of the loaf and the shops are closed; in which case there is that moment of hesitation. 

As a safety precaution one could, of course, forego butter altogether or keep the kitchen floor spotlessly clean.

U