The Fighting Irish blog

The average male will wail and be reduced to a sniveling bundle of misery during a common cold. Why?

Well, women of this world - simply because we men were always used to going out and hunting. A sniveling nose threw a spanner into the works and we were forced to remain in the cave in a furry sack moaning about the fact we couldn't go out and play. Bad scene...

Anyway, I've come all this hunting and gathering way... Made 7th in an Olympic triathlon, 20th in the London City marathon (but never made it to the Hawaiian homo ironicus...)

Life is taking its toll. Wear and tear is depreciating the 'ol means of transport...if you get what I mean...

But I've full faith in our creation and the design the Great Clockmaker has given us. It was the Homo Neanderthalensis that had an average of 200 fractured bones in his body. Poor fella, didn't come upon the idea that you should kill a Stegosaurus before jumping on its back and beating it with a club. Like some business partners I know...

We've supposedly learned from his mistakes.

Perhaps it was his lack of a good sense of humour that was his downfall...

Meanwhile, over on the other side of the mountain, Homo Sapiens was jumping and dancing around the fire knowing how to tell a good joke. It was meant to attract the prettiest female. And it did... Natural selection.

Today, it's the Armani Jacket. Or the pecs and deltoids, the Ferrari...

Such a nice thing, evolution and Darwinism... Adaptation is the key...

Veni Vidi Vici...