What a telly dilemma last night! Beer and cheering with Arsenal v Barcelona in the Champions League final? Or Pims and polite small-talk with the TV adaptation of gay Jamesian romp The Line of Beauty? You know that your choice is going to shake the foundations of your identity to the very core.
I made some hot dogs (macho) and opted for the football (macho), planning to record Line (sensitive). But then I forgot and swore loudly (macho). As I wrote this (sensitive) I watched a Jean-Claude Van Damme film (macho, but stupid).