'Have a wank': The five things men hear when they listen to their bodies

BEING in tune with your body means you hear and understand its needs. Which, as a man, usually fall into these five categories: 

‘I must fulfil my onanistic desires’

Lads, if you’re feeling a twinge down there, a distant cry for stimulation, don’t immediately call NHS 111. Instead have a cautious rummage and check for arousal. If you notice your member becoming tumescent, retreat to the nearest bathroom, fire up incognito mode and start browsing. Your hands will instinctively know what to do next.

‘I’m overdue a Lethal Weapon rewatch’

Neck strained after a long day hunched over a laptop? The One Show leaving you puzzlingly unentertained? Listen closely to your body’s nagging and you will hear that it is in fact crying out to watch a mismatched pair of cops shoot their way through the corruption and vice of Los Angeles. It’s been at least two months, so you’re overdue.

‘My blood alcohol level is dangerously low’

Feeling clear headed with only a realistic level of self confidence is a tell-tale sign that a man is sober. If you’re not slurring and those around you seem less attractive than they should be, your body is telling you to boost your blood alcohol levels with a couple of pints. It’s good for both your physical and mental health, you read something that said so.

‘I desire the sizzle of meat on flames’ 

Just as women inconveniently have a biological clock ticking away, men have the urge to chase prey with a spear before roasting their kill on burning logs. This may be a sign you should turn your back on civilisation and stalk gazelles on the Mongolian steppes, or try the contemporary substitute for these activities and put sausages under the grill.

‘I could still be a professional footballer’

Regardless of age or fitness level, a man’s muscles still feel like they’ve got what it takes to succeed in the Premier League. Or to become a rockstar in your late 40s, or a superstar DJ, or to join the Fast & Furious franchise. Should these thoughts persist, try playing a Sunday five-a-side to realise how utterly f**king mistaken you are.

Why I, a married man, would not judge you for having an affair with me

By Tom Logan, aged 46 and discreet

WOMEN have such notions. For example, they may feel a married man with a disposable income would look down on them for wanting no-strings-attached sex. And that is wrong. 

I’m confident hundreds of nubile beauties aged under 25, or up to 30 if they look under 25, would happily be seduced by me were it not for their fear of being judged for enabling adultery.

Fear not, my lovelies, I would never be so close-minded. I do not slut-shame, I slut-compliment. And indeed slut-complement.

For what is marriage when one actually thinks about it? It is a piece of paper. I am not married in my heart and have not been for some time. Tell her all this? Why, you would have me be so cruel as to break her heart?

Such a revelation may mean she can never love again. I am simply too kind to cause unnecessary pain to the woman who raises my children and does my ironing.

I am, however, bold enough to live outside society’s rules. The strictures of monogamy are merely an attempt at patriarchal control, of which I – a freelance graphic designer, for which read bohemian artist – stand outside.

I hoped, when I glimpsed you across the bar in your crop top and mini skirt, that you too were a forward-thinking intellectual capable of defining your own morality as opposed to having it dictated to you.

However, I see that the bourgeoisie has, presumably through the medium of Love Island, instilled in you the outdated monogamous norms the free-thinking throw off. You do not endeavour to know a person but assign them a box simply because they wear a wedding ring.

Fight it. Be ready to have your mind opened and your soul awakened in a motorway Premier Inn in Chorley every other Tuesday. Rest assured that at my regional sales meeting my thoughts will have only been of you.

Never mind. There are other women out there willing to join the revolution. I hold out my hand and ask them to hold it. And also my dick.