The manliest thing it is possible to do of all manly things (of which there are many) is to chop up wood with a chainsaw.

Right?

WRONG!!!

The actual manliest thing it is possible to do is to chop up wood with a chainsaw, whilst sporting a super manly amazing moustache. All men with moustaches are automatically superior and more handsome and manlier than all men who do not have moustaches. These facts are indisputable. So I find that I must partcipate….

 
I will document my progress as I and my intrepid chums from work go forth into the world of lip hair awesomeness. If you wish to support my moustache growing efforts financially, you should do so by giving money over here and by doing so you will be supporting not only some very worthy men’s health charities to do with things like cancer and that, but also you’ll be showing that you support moustaches.. And that matters.

If you don’t donate, think about what you are saying to the world? You’re saying that you like cancer – you’re actually supporting cancer, rather than supporting research into the fight against cancer. But oh so much worse than that – you’re saying that moustaches don’t look good. Is that the message you want to send to the world? Is it?

I didn’t think so.

LOOK AT THIS, it’s Wilf the Dog!!!

OMG!11!1 He iz so small! HIS SKIN DOESN’T EVEN FIT HIM!!!11!1

That was several years ago – he doesn’t look like that any more….

Just going over some old photos from our Kenya Safari. Amazing memories, almost can’t believe I was there.

There is a strong possibility more photos will follow…..

hey look! yummy tomatoes from my garden

You can’t have them. They’re mine.

So I just sent this:

Dear Amazonz,

I have personally sat on many books without materially altering my subsequent reading experience, so you can imagine my shock and distress when my Amazon Kindle broke the very first time I sat on it.

I have watched your recent television campaign where you state that “the book lives”. It is quite plain for anyone to see that this is quite simply not the case. The book is dead. I find myself now clutching a primitive paper based entertainment item known also as a “book”, which frankly makes me feel like some sort of cave man.

What’s worse is that the death of the kindle occurred on the first day of my holiday leaving me with nothing to read for six whole days. I almost died of boredom. I feel that Amazon is at least partly to blame for this.

Please assist at your earliest convenience.

Yours, Kindle-lessly.

Ben Dobson

We’ll see what happens next.

Wilf’s been out and about again!

I want whatever it is that is on that plate. I don’t care what it is, I want it.

I want that lolly.

Mmmmmmmmm lolly.