Air-kissing, and other things that might not be sexual harassment but are f**king annoying

A JUDGE in Croydon has ruled that air-kissing is not sexual harassment. So which other friendly gestures aren’t criminal but remain incredibly irritating?

Cheek pat

The cheek pat must be the only move used by both doting grannies who wish to express their affection, and hardened gangsters in scary pubs who are giving you one last chance before they glass you. Either way, it’s not welcome. Although you’d probably prefer it from a friendly old lady than Ronnie Kray, given the choice.

Fist bump

In the good old days, if someone came at you with their fist raised, you’d either duck or lamp them one in anticipation of being punched yourself. Nowadays, however, they’re inviting you to join them in a chummy gesture of self-congratulation. You know you look like a twat, and you deserve it for stooping so low as to take part in this kind of wankery. Especially if you incongruously blurt out: ‘Dude!’

Double-handed handshake

Handshakes are weird enough when you think about it, because who wants to grasp the clammy palm of a stranger who may well not have bothered to wash it when they last took a shit or picked their nose? But it’s worse if they go a step further and fully enclose your hand with both of theirs. You’re only meeting someone at a f**k-boring work conference, not joining a Baphomet cult. The only saving grace is that they’ve saved you the bother of having to find out some other way that they’re a bit of a bellend.

Slightly-too-long hug

This gesture is mainly – and correctly – associated with lonely men who only otherwise get touched by the dentist. However, it is also beloved of annoying middle-aged ladies at work who feel sorry for you for some condescending reason like you’re single or missed out on a promotion you don’t actually care about that much. But whoever does it, you will feel uncomfortable and want them to get their f**king paws off you ASAP.

Hand on the small of the back

This one is a favourite of the kind of man who professes to be puzzled that women don’t appreciate ‘chivalry’ anymore. It’s not only patronising to be gently pushed in the right direction like an escaped cow, it also feels suspiciously like you’re being felt up by someone who’s realised they can – sadly – no longer pinch bums in a ‘fun’ way like in Carry On films. So he settles for a guiding hand on the small of your back, thinking he’s like James Bond when actually the vibes are still very much Sid James.

Shoulder massage

Ever had someone give you an unsolicited shoulder massage? They’re probably trying to relax you when you seem tense and upset, but it will only ever feel creepy, thereby making you tense about that on top of whatever predicament you’re in to begin with. Or they will have bony, claw-like fingers which crush your shoulders and make you wince. You can live without a massage from Zelda off Terrahawks, thanks, and as with all these friendly, comforting invasions of your personal space, you’ll wish they’d just f**k off. 

Brat vs Dark Side of the Moon: The dad's guide to totally unfair album comparisons

THE bestselling albums of 2024 have been announced, and they prove today’s music is rubbish compared to what dads listened to in their youth. Let’s compare totally different things.

The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess vs Led Zeppelin III

Chappell Roan must kneel before the mighty hammer of Zep. While her synth-pop tunes address issues such as boys not committing to teenage romances, the album completely fails to be dad-friendly classic rock like Gallows Pole. Worse, not one track has the air guitar and singalong opportunities of Immigrant Song with its thudding riff and superlative ‘ARRR-EEE-YARRR!’ bit.

Brat vs The Dark Side of the Moon

Charli XCX’s mistake is to focus on having fun in the summer instead of thematically-linked songs about madness such as On the Run, with its groundbreaking use of a 1972 Synthi AKS keyboard with unsettling Doppler effect. If Charlotte wants to be taken seriously as a dad artist she needs to stop writing lyrics like ‘When I go to the club, I wanna hear those club classics/ Club classics, club, club classics’ and try something more along the lines of: ‘Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.’ Much more relatable.

The Highlights vs Parklife 

This bestselling greatest hits album by The Weeknd has a strong 80s vibe thanks to tracks like Blinding Lights, bringing back pleasing memories as diverse as Vangelis and Airwolf. However Blur’s iconic album Parklife brings back even happier memories of going to uni, taking loads of drugs and losing your virginity. You also got a handy 2:1 in History from a Russell Group university, so no contest, really.

The Tortured Poets Department vs Revolver

Taylor Swift’s prolific songwriting skills are not in dispute, and she makes very watchable videos for dads, but with this album she somehow failed to produce a record widely considered the greatest of all time containing a statistically improbable number of classic songs including, but not limited to, She Said She Said, Taxman, Eleanor Rigby, Yellow Submarine, and Tomorrow Never Knows, and which is the result of a rare collaboration between three immensely talented songwriters at their creative peaks, plus Ringo. Must try harder, Taylor. 

Hit Me Hard and Soft vs Nevermind

Billie Eilish has got a long way to go to be as good as Nirvana, but at 23 she’s got time. Songs like Lunch are quite catchy, but her album suffers from the problem of just being really glum. Kurt Cobain was so glum he blew his head off with a shotgun, but he still managed to rock out with classics like Smells Like Teen Spirit and In Bloom. Maybe Billie could recruit Dave Grohl for her next album? A reliable dad figure like Dave would probably be only too eager to help.

Short N’ Sweet vs The Wall 

Obviously Sabrina Carpenter is wonderful, but she prefers to write songs about cute boys than 81-minute slabs of progressive rock detailing the mental collapse of a rock star traumatised by the death of his father in WW2 who uses fascism to construct a psychological ‘wall’ around his frail inner self, Pink. Also, all of Sabrina’s frothy R&B-lite aimed at teenage girls would definitely be improved by a 12-minute Dave Gilmour guitar solo.