Geoff Norcott

We're tired, and the vast majority of us won't be able to retire for a long time.

Okay, I've clearly got the metaphorical violin out, so let's have some actual violin.

We're still not that great at talking about our feelings.

We know that man flu is real.

Just as sure as we know that saying we're ill will open us up to ridicule.

Even though it's a double standard, jokes about us going bald are objectively hilarious.

We know that the fact we walk the dogs twice a day, even in extreme weather, will never be acknowledged as an act of service.

We are aware that knowing the names of the next three storms isn't a transferable skill.

But aren't you glad that someone can tell you the name of the storm ripping your roof off?

We know the moustache doesn't look brilliant, but it took the whole of Movember for it to even show, so at least let it stay till January, so some other bloke with a tash can nod at us and say, well done, mate.

We know that, yes, technically football wasn't better in my day.

But where's the harm in just pretending it was?

Nostalgia ain't nostalgia if you have to actually prove it.

So I'm not excusing people saying horrible things online, or worse still, in person.

If your issue really is with immigration or diversity drives, the only logical people to be angry with are those in power.

And surely there must be a point when you're sitting alone downstairs and it occurs to you, am I really punching the walls because a black woman is playing a green witch?

Or is it something else?

Projecting anger doesn't make it go away.

It doesn't make it go away.

Maybe take that feeling and try and process it.