Inaugural Post

Well, what excitement is this? A blog you say… well for some reason my better half (well, third given her diminutive size) thinks that you may be interested in my assorted rants and ramblings. Feel free to let me know if she was right, or if you think this is actually a collection of self-serving monkeyshine.

I write this having just had the pleasure of a trip to Borders in Leicester. After the joys of Starbucks and looking through the magazines, I started to just wonder why they had such a dazzling array of magazines for the discrening gentleman. That’s right… why does a huge book-shop have such a variety of jazz-mags? (nb. i mean magazines with non-biodegradable bap action, rather than magazines about jazz… they are on a different shelf)

 Most of the times I ever buy anything in Borders (as opposed to the times I go and just read stuff before leaving it in innappropriate shelves), there is always a spectacular queue to pay the well meaning goth freak girl. I just can’t imagine they have many punters who go in and pick up the latest copy of Perfect 10 or Playboy’s Girls of Summer before lining up patiently before laying their chosen periodical on the counter. Maybe I’m wrong… never having bought such a magazine, I really wouldn’t know.

 What worries me though, is the prospect of someone like me, who will pick something up, take it to Starbucks, and have a quick flick through (so to speak) while drinking an overpriced cup of coffee. I now just have terrifying visions of a bloke in his early 30s, goatee beard, career in IT (think the owner of the comic book store in the Simpsons), sitting down with a fwapachino and browsing through the Penthouse review of the year. Does he wait to see if anything flicks his switch before deciding whether to splash out on the magazine (excuse the phrasing)? If nothing raises his interest, does he go and leave it amongst the bridal magazines to cause mild distress to the bride-to-be’s mother?

 Who can say. And before I am questioned about my knowledge of such publications, I hasten to point out that they are placed along with Loaded and GQ above the place where the Chap Magazine is kept. If I wanted to look at things like that, i am reliably informed that my fiance’s computer has a vast library catering to every taste known to man or octopus.

 I think that about sums it up for now. In addition to any ramblings that crop up in future, I plan on giving you (dear reader) the outsider’s guide to Leicester, and some background information about me, my better third, and our jovial lives.

 I’ll also be correcting the spelling, punctuation, and grammar.

Farewell for now, gentle reader.

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