If you had to switch lives with a fictional character for a week, who would you choose?
Absolutely and without a doubt a privelidged and well educated male spy or diplomat. I want the connections, an elegant apartment in central London and most importantly I want an extensive tailored wardrobe. If possible I would like my week of being a privelidged sort of fellow to be a week off , so no actual spying or diplomacy being done. Just a week of hanging with my equally elegantly dressed chums doing chap stuff like watching a top level sports match in an exclusive box whilst sipping or quaffing a drink or two, and still have a razor sharp mind for a witty or erudite conversation about my latest motorbike adventure and the pitfalls of a damaged sprocket. I would take my mother out to dinner and actually spend time talking and laughing with her.We would travel on a London night bus in our beautiful clothes to prove how in touch we are with all levels of society, and we would go to a delightfully retro all-night cafe to top up on unsophisticated calories because our dinner choice was so beautiful, exquisite even, that it failed to fully satisfy us.
At the weekend I would go to the countryside wearing tweed or the coast wearing quiet luxury, and meet more well connected friends Mindful that I would be running out of time as an extremely lovely and likable Alpha Male impersonator, my Saturday and Sunday would be spent talking about anything other than myself in order that my week-long research into being a very lucky man has been as well used as it possibly could.
Would a week be enough? Could I become addicted to a life of testosterone and privelidged living?
Would my vocabulary alter to use words like rusticate or flunk instead of chucked out and fail.
Could I possibly wear waistcoats more often in daily life? Calling the garment a ‘weskit’*
Obviously before my week away as a chap or chum I would do some homework. The Guardian article above would be invaluable.It is well worth a read even without a fictional adventure into manhood. Pull up a chair and relax.
What would be my takeaway from this tiny adventure. Without it ever likely to happen it would absolutely have to be the clothes. I worry that the combination of privilege and testosterone might quite turn my head, and no self respecting woman wants to run the risk of being a knob. Thank goodness for all the lovely men in the world who prove that that outcome is not inevitable.
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