Tomorrow will mark the end of two intriguing weeks but men don’t live on intrigue alone. Self-consciousness was something I’d banished to a very small box of nostalgia till recently, and it’s not a very welcome trait. Who needs a sense of shame? Who needs to feel abjectly inferior?
Not me. Maybe inferiority is part and parcel of life, but I’ll be looking to unlearn shame once again – maybe it’ll give me the liberation self-censorship never did. Plus, everyone secretly wants to dance like a monkey.