I had some trouble with a handshake this week.
I saw a bloke I vaguely know in the street and I went over to say hello and he offered his hand to shake but he sort of offered it at an angle like he was going in for one of those twisty sideways hand clasp handshakes like you’d see the cool people do in the early to mid-nineties and that tennis players seem to favour at the end of games.
I panicked. This sort of situation is a true test of your manliness and ability to take charge and I failed that test. I should have been strong. I should have gone straight in with the standard, neutral, sideways on handshake that we British do best. Make him bend to my will. Instead I folded. At the last mom...

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