Inanimate Emotions

Having managed to get myself a new job – a job I’m still in shock about getting – and giving Match.com a bit of a rest, I’ve had very little to blog about. Even so, it’s not stopped me thinking about things or reading other peoples blogs.

And in one such blog, Alwaysd bemoaned the fact that men don’t show their emotions or explain their feelings enough. Now that got me thinking about the last time I showed emotion – after all, it’s not the manly thing to do and goes against the grain of the great British stiff upper lip. I then remembered what it was, and it wasn’t being dumped by a girlfriend (I’m too well hardened for this) or the death of a much loved pet, but something far more inanimate than that.

Having worked in London for a few years I use to see, and more appropriately – hear, the daily departure of Concorde on its way to New York. And, boy, what a sight it was to behold. On one occasion she banked over Windsor Castle and, although I didn’t have a camera on me at the time, it is an image that is permanently engraved in my mind. It was also a sight that stopped numerous American and Japanese tourists in their tracks as they excitedly pointed at the magnificent sight.

So it was on the 24th October 2003, as I watched Concorde taxi around Heathrow airport before being finally retired from service, that a tear rolled down my face. Not only was I proud of the British (and French) technology that let her fly, but I also realised that my ambition of flying on Concorde would never be attained. The only place I’d see her now would be in a museum.

So call me what you like, but I guess I’m just your typical male with emotions in all the wrong places – that is until a future girlfriend announces that she’s pregnant or my resultant offspring calls me “daddy”...