Too much Clark Kent

When I was a young man, somewhere around ten years old, the age my son is now, in fact, DC comics ran a Superman story in which our hero was suffering a bit of an identity crisis. He couldn't decide whether he was really Superman or Clark Kent. As I remember it, he tried adopting each identity full time for seven days.

I can't remember what happened during the Superman phase except that he was constantly on the go: catching 747s falling out of the sky, stopping criminals and generally whizzing around without a break. While he was being Clark Kent all the time, however, he became less meek and mild-mannered.

This last couple of weeks, I've been spending a lot of time on a client's site. This has involved a lot more shaving and suit (and cufflink) wearing than usual and I am beginning to feel a bit like Clark Kent, a bit like I'm spending too much time being one part of myself and suppressing another.

Happily, I have the afternoon off tomorrow and I am off to Brighton for a bit of a tweet up and to see Balthazar at The Great Escape. I won't be donning a cape and tights (or catching any falling aircraft, I hope) but I will be letting my hair down. What's left of it :-)

Post script I do love these cufflinks, which my daughters gave me. The map features Barbon, where we used to live.