A New Suit

What is it about a new suit that makes a man feel special? You will see from earlier/older posts I have a philosophy of trying to present yourself in the best way possible (this in turn, I believe, aides self-esteem and general well-being) and a new suit seems to fit into that philosophy beautifully.

I think all men see themselves as some kind of celebrity/action man in their minds eye when they picture themselves in their new threads but few actually do look like their mental images (and ladies, please don’t shatter our illusions!); that self image though is key to one’s sense of well-being and therefore the mood that you project to others.

The picture of “Breaking Bad” Bryan Cranston above (pic courtesy of GQ magazine) sums up my ramblings perfectly: sharp, smart and looking ready for action the Calvin Klein suit he is wearing shows off his body shape and physique perfectly – an older man still looking good in a modern take on a classic outfit.

Thank you Bryan… now where did I put my tailor’s phone number….?

Erotic experience

She arrived in her small car dressed in flat shoes, a summer dress (now creased from her journey) and no make up.

I walked down to the car park to greet her and help her with her luggage; without make up and her hair pulled back into a pony tail she looked like any other warm, dishevelled, irritated motorist at the end of their journey.

We made our way upstairs and I showed her around the room, pointing out the four poster bed (like I NEEDED to do that!!) and showed her to the bathroom so she could clean up, cool down and get changed. She disappeared inside and pulled the door to behind her while I got us both a cold drink. 

After 5 minutes of conversation through a half closed door she emerged... Practically naked save for her high heels and miniscule amount of lingerie

"Where do you want me?" She enquired. I motioned toward the bed and grabbed my camera ....

Summer

As I sit typing this post, the sun is streaming through the glass roof and windows of my conservatory, cricket is on the TV, (OK, iPad), a cold drink is in my hand and the birds are singing: a quintessentially English summer day. 

The older I get the more I appreciate the privilege of enjoying such simplicities ... soaking up the colour and fragrance of my garden ....   - am I turning into an old man? Possibly - but if that is the case I will go screaming and kicking into dotage: there is more to Sylvester Greyback than a number and the colour of his hair (as I intend to prove in coming posts).

Watch this space ...

A night away

I hate being away for work and spending time in hotels alone. That said, it does provide the solitude that is conducive to introspective thought...

Makes one contemplate deeply and realise what is and isn't really important. Suffice to say I realise every day should be treated as the first of the rest of your life... - More to follow.

Spring?

Like a squirrel I appear to have been hibernating during the long, cold, dark winter months. With the first traces of anything like spring, however, I am back with a (short) post.

This morning was gorgeously spring-like with overnight frosts and mist rapidly giving way to early morning sunshine and mid-morning warmth.

That transition was illustrated beautifully as I crossed the Thames this morning - a moment I tried to capture in this picture.

I hope the onset of spring will inspire more posts in the not-too distant future....

The Exception to the Rule

In previous posts I have expressed my preference for the older, more experienced woman over her younger, less experienced and worldly wise counterpart. in recent days it has been my extreme pleasure to meet a 22 year old young lady who proves there is always an exception to every rule.

The lady in question (we will call her Kelly for the sake of ease) has proven herself to be a young lady of taste, imagination and maturity well beyond her years. Her ability to converse on any subject raised has been impressive as has her elegant presentation and engaging manner.

That is not to say Kelly is old before her time – far from it – but  her personality and beauty have quite intoxicated me …more than I would have believed had you told me it would be the case ahead of time.

I have met the exception to my own rule …and I have never been so glad to admit I was wrong.

Cool tools....

Word has recently reached me that Apple has toppled Aston Martin as the UK’s perceived ‘coolest brand’.

This leaves me in something of a quandary as I am a massive fan of both, am lucky enough to own items produced by both brands and believe them both to be at the top of the tree as far as quality is concerned.

I have to stress – at this point – that the perception of ‘cool’ had nothing whatsoever to do with the purchase of either brand – simply the desire to purchase and own quality products.

That said, however, in terms of perception of ‘cool’ – what would you (dear reader) rather be seen in possession of? A stunning Apple product….

...or a stunning Aston Martin?

Comments and thoughts, as always, are most welcome....