Self-portrait

Hamish made a photo of me today with his new digital camera, sitting next to the window in my living room. What a big bright nose I have! A digital camera can be so truthful sometimes, and here you see the rugged masculinity of my strong and forceful character streaming out…… (he-he)We went out to dinner in a Wok Restaurant where you can choose your own raw ingredients and have them stir-fried in front of you.After that we walked in Erasmus Park.But our main business of the day was to discuss in minute detail my affairs of the heart. Hamish thinks I am very naive and unable to handle the various risky alternatives open to me.Ho-hum. It seems that no matter how old a man gets, he never gives up hope of finding that “great folly” called love. In my case, rolling around on broken bottles and sharp cobblestones through all these years has not deterred me from searching for The One. It would be banal and untrue to regard this as just “being horny”. I know that some women think men have their brains situated in their dicks…….but, my dick seems to be situated somewhere in Africa, so try that for a problem…………This is the “Call of the Wild” (my father’s favourite book) and in the wild you can, of course, easily die. Somehow, just shopping for curtains and light fittings in IKEA doesn’t compare. And never will, I guess.