Three Moods of a Boy

In the nuddy

Yesterday Gruen Transfer discussed the marketing of shaving apparatuses in its usual insightful/light-hearted manner. All seemed to go along expected lines until regular panelist Rusself Howcroft mentioned that many 20-year-old men had never seen women with pubic hair, "except their mothers". Cue stunned giggling, clapping, and an awkward "what are you saying, Russell"? About an hour ago @GruenHQ tweeted "If you were stopped dead by the line about mothers and pubic hair, consider the fact that Russel's mum was actually in the studio audience."

Is it really that controversial to suggest someone might have seen their parents naked?  Honestly.

Today is a quiet day. One hopes.

Okay, so it turns out that fifteen hours in a gym with a ten-month-old is a looooong day. Particularly when said ten-month-old decided the day should really start at 3am. Even so, it was a good day: Ben placed in the top eight, we caught up with lots of people and finished the day with some exceptional pizzas - Little Caesar's catered at the venue in the evening (warning: the website plays loud music).

Small Screen Families

I've yet again been struck by how good the British are at television comedy. Now, as much as part of me wants this post to descend into joke bingo (I ate all your bees! Hairy inquisitive sex octopus with concealement crevices! This is an ex-parrott!), more recently I've actually been thinking about the programs that are less jokey and more about relationships, in a more realistic and down-to-earth way than most comedies.