My extremely handsome son George is home from Uni for the weekend. First thing I noticed when I picked him up from the station was how nice he smelled. Or perhaps how nice his deodorant smelled. He always goes for the Lynx effect. According to the adverts for Lynx deodorant it makes the opposite sex go crazy for you. He was on his own when I picked him up so perhaps the effect had worn off after his five hour journey from Liverpool. Mind you it was still a bit overpowering when he got into the van. I couldn't help wondering what he must have smelled like when he started out on the journey. I bet the girls were all over him!
The problem with deodorants is that they mask a persons natural smell. This is a shame because I love the smell of my son. Particularly the smell of the top of his head. When he was little I would sniff through his hair when we were sitting cuddling together. It's difficult to describe. The best I can do is, a kind of soft burnt scent. Occasionally I will still take a good old sniff when I can, but it is difficult nowadays because he is taller than me. I managed a sniff today though when I was standing on the doorstep and he was slightly below me. It is still there, that soft burnt scent, although masked a little by the Lynx effect.
The last couple of nights I have been watching a television drama about events that led up to the First World War. It is titled Thirty Seven Days. That is how long it took after the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand by a Serbian nationalist until war broke out. Thirty seven days! Do you think they gave the matter enough thought? What a bunch of bumbling egotistical idiots the leaders involved were. That is my conclusion.
Can one come to two conclusions about the same subject? I'm not sure, but I have anyway. All men should wear hats and grow magnificent moustaches.