Granted, it is an ill-fitting wig and so this advice should be taken with a large dose of PG. For quite a while I didn’t have the testicular fortitude to wade into this territory because my competence on the subject is akin to trying to build a house of cards in the Boteti winds. But here I am, trying to make it happen, due mainly also to a tragic genetic flaw of columnists – we think we can write on anything because we have the editorial mileage.
Years ago when I was young, sassy and stupid I happened across a book entitled ‘How To Dump Your Girlfriend: A Coward’s Manual’. In this publication there was a horrible suggestion of pulling such a dastardly deed on Valentine’s Day. I mean which evil head does that. There was a wild justification that the parting gift doubles as a consolation prize of sorts. What baloney is that! How can that even be a consolation prize? I swore when I grew up I’d write a much better version than that. So it took me a few decades – 3 decades to be precise - to come up with an improved version. Sadly my effort to outdo that publication is a newspaper column that is only half a page. But still it is something. At this rate if I keep up this pace I will possibly complete this project well into my 70s when I’d possibly be one sneeze from being slingshot to heaven. But I keep the faith and plod along!
