Barclay Henderson

n Paris by the Seine River, you can see a rumpled older man sitting on the bank with his rod, loaf of bread and a bottle of wine. Monsieur drops his line in the water appearing to be fishing. But there’s no hook on his line! 

He might be a nutjob, or he inhabits an altered reality.

How it all began With nothing to do, nowhere to go, and socially locked down, I now share more household responsibilities, including making the bed. Bed-making has opened a new insight into my life: I have a new crusade. Not the bed so much as the bed pillows. For much of my life, a single pad was more than enough. Then, with marriage, a second pillow appeared, as you might expect. But from there,

I, too yearn for the enviable appearance of a Greek Adonis. This pursuit of vain dreams leads me to working out at the gym each week. I pump up my abs, biceps, quads, glutes, and cardio muscles to Greek proportions. How has the Adonis struggle been going? Have the lifts, curls, and presses brought me the appearance I’d hoped to achieve?Almost. But then suddenly the gym work became irrelevant. Of t

Gentlemen, are you no longer master of your domain? Is quality family time occupied with the upright position of your toilet seat? Is your wife more focused on you driving than your destination? Have you replaced your children as the naughtiest individual in your house? You will be pleased to know I have a solution for you. I know this because recently, I have managed to rise in one giant step, fr