Food for men

For righteous pork ribs and live sport. Love the smokehouse. Rebel against portion control. Experience the real meaning of 'finger food'.

Men who couldn't be licked...

...make peelable stamps for the Royal Mail. Read their stories.

A man at war

I sing of warfare, and a man at war...

How all ads should be

this ad for tortilla chips cuts through all the crap of those silly razor ads that have been plaguing the world of men.

Real men eat meat

and they don't apologise for it. sometimes they wear T-shirts about it.

How real men waterski

A book for boys

The Telegraph had a good piece on the wonderful new book. 'The Dangerous Book For Boys' by Conn and Hal Iggulden (HarperCollins, £18.99). Buy it and build the treehouse.

A poem for men

Rudyard Kipling

"If"

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

One man who is going to make it

Don't close down Top Gear: it is the last bastion of maleness on TV. Harvey Mansfield puts it something like this: a woman will put her life on the line if necessary, say to protect her family; a man will do it for fun. Hence progress, mountains with flags on top and excellent petrolhead telly.

One real man less, alas

Farewell, Steve Irwin...

Hello, inappropriate put-downs of the dead. And Chris Packham was on the BBC peddling a similar line. When will we wimps realise: it is the animals that matter; people, we're just the zookeepers who should pick up their shit or hide in the bushes and watch the animals having a good time.

News for men

Click here for men's news, US style. But where's the Brit equivalent?

Loss of the larrikins?

When metrosexuals have reached Australia, where are the real men to come from? Wimps, of course. Wimps of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your moisturiser. Now where did I put those balls...