I consider myself to be a pretty modern man. I groom (not children), I’m much more comfortable constructing an email than a shelf and I am in touch with my feelings. I still cry at the end of Saving Private Ryan, it gets me every damn time!
However, since my little boy Louie came along two years ago, I fear I’ve become a little too in touch with my feelings. In fact I’d go as far as saying he’s turned me into a bit of a mess