What it's all really about

Sometimes it possible to lose track in looking at the outer signs of this life such as the discussion around uniform, the length of shorts, what actually makes you a LB/ASB to what it is that we do.

Sometimes a preoccupation with all the fine points around that leads to ignore one thing, namely that all of the is the decoration of the vehicle though which we live, that we have urges to play, explore and learn about things when not taking in a tv show or comic.

After all, were we so preoccupied with all of that as eight or ten year olds that they'd of got in way having a childhood or perhaps more poignantly a boyhood?

This could be seen as here from the top as just a few pieces of Lego I put together a few weeks back as I like playing with lego and I have no need to justify it to myself  by making anything big or important or wrapping it up in adult language.

When you look at it from side with the upper bit on it reveals itself as a tunnel structure that you might imagine an adventure taking place in, an adventure that includes you.

That's the thing. It is what we DO that actually defines us as did when we were that age, rather than having an extensive set of uniforms or other attire because it only matters if we actually let that eternal boy out doing the sorts of things that we instinctively like getting satisfaction from. Not a tick box of items we have.

Put them on because they are in part the props that take us back to that time AND have that time playing in them or as I was this weekend in my footie strip just letting the excitable ten year old out jumping up and down in his footie strip watching the F.A. Cup where Arsenal beat Chelsea 2-1 eating choco like I did with my Nan as we watched it in the past together.

That's what it's about.