superboyWhen I was a young boy living in the shared bedroom at the old family home, my brother and I would jump across from one bed to the other, convinced that the more we did this, vast super powers of flight were being stowed upon us and that he and I would become eventually, the crime fighting superhero double act! This of course and unfortunately never came into fruition, mostly due to my brothers urge to travel to Oxford and become an actor, and my decision that such dreams should be locked away, in the memories of a happy, carefree childhood. However despite this disregard for the realisation of an impossible dream, fragments have stayed with us; they hide laying dormant until they hear that remarkable fanfare from Superman or Star Wars, tunes so inspiring; they would have you believe that anything in your life was possible! Shivers race up our spines and thoughts of heroism fill our bodies, flooding ours minds, for we are part of a league of men unlike most. We are not the metrosexuals or the insecure gym fairies, nor are we the footballing wannabes; we are quite simply, the romantics.

A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure. Charlie Chaplin

Jet Black MarmaladeOverlooked and misunderstood by many, this select group of men are not boys with wide eyed unachievable dreams, they are built by passion, driven by adventure and succeed in every aspect of their life. They read people in order to gain tolerance of opinions, and enjoy the artistic efforts of others gifted and driven to achieving such skill. Emotionally intelligent they talk about feelings and reflect on past experiences. Any story from any genre can affect them, and certain scores of music can even make them cry. They never forget the fate navigators, that step briefly into their world leaving various lessons or fond memories behind. A soul that is forever pensive and forthcoming, an excellent host and sublime conversationalist. Ready to defend his opinions with tolerance of others feelings and mistakes, quick to forgive, slow to forget. A man who spends his money, as he knows that death can come at anytime, unafraid for what uncertain adventures could such an experience bring. His heart hangs from his sleeve, his emotions roll from the tip of his tongue. A man that is full of more love than any friend could ever wish to share, and any lover wishes to behold. A kind and gentle man that wants nothing more than to keep you laughing.
Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend. Albert Camus