Moaning ABOUT MEN

Don't take this too personally , male readers, but some of you are letting the side down

- JOY GOSNEY

Here is a message to any male readers who happen to be passing, and I know that some of you do because you occasionally send me nice notes.

I’m afraid that this week we are going to moan once more about men, but it’s really nothing personal.

This page has absolutely no complaint about the vast majority of chaps. Mr Dear, for example, is a registered saint. At least, that’s what he tells me, although I do wonder whether saints should spend quite so much time hiding in the garden shed. We’ll let that pass, though.

Anyway, to business. You will remember that my sister Deb and my charity shop colleague Grace have both met somebody online who is known here as Stubble Man because he is a stranger to the safety razor.

They have both now met him in person, and both report that he wears a brand of cheap aftershave so powerful that it was probably invented by the chemical specialists at Porton Down.

The important thing, though, is: Can they believe a word he says? He told Deb that he was an accountant, but she used to be married to an accountant. Stubble Man, apparently, seemed to have only the vaguest idea of what accountancy was all about.