Like Osok, I quite enjoy ironing
Not a particularly blokey pursuit I'll grant you, but I got a lot of practice in when I was married and doing most of the household chores while my ex studied hard to become an accountant. While she was upstairs, I would relish the prospect of getting the board out, sticking a video on (yes, this was pre-DVD days) and spending a couple of hours flattening clothing.

This continued into my enforced bachelor days, only I graduated to doing it on a Saturday afternoon sometimes, when there was a match on the radio. I refuse point blank to get Sky - there's enough shit on anyway without having to pay extra for the privilege of more.

So there I'd be, usually aided by a couple of cans, merrily flattening clothes whilst listening to a couple of commentators talk me through the events unfolding on the pitch. Occasionally, the tension would get too much and I'd have to stop and shout at the radio, "Oi! Ref! Are you deaf??? That was audibly a penalty you cunt"!
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 13 Mar 2008, 18:48, 1 reply)

I like ironing too
but I have enough ex-Army friends, who obviously were well-trained in ironing and still do it, to add a good air of manliness to the activity.
( Olembe Refuses to write in this space, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 21:48, closed)