When I grow up I’m going to have an office at home, so I can sit down all day and send emails, whilst I talk on my mobile phone.

I’m going to have an office at work as well, somewhere I can meet my friends and play games whilst pretending to discuss the emails we exchanged.

And, when I work away from home, my computer will ensure I’m never alone, it will be always on, as will the tv, the mobile, and all other connections, cause sometimes I’m afraid I’ll have too much free-time.

A young boy talks to his mother about what he wants to be when he grows up.

But, where have all the real men gone. What happened to jobs that didn’t involve typing. I know you hear people gripping about decline in manufacture. Surely today is not the day after, the end of the real men.

What happened to men who built things with their own hands and the knowledge from their own heads. If you follow this thread surely you’d still find some of them, and some of the sons of them, keen young minds ditching games stations for toolkits.

Are there still schools of man management, teaching one-way communications, instructions barked at men in overalls on the shop floor. The ‘put that over there’, ‘oh yeah’ and the ‘corr’.

Where once there was a right and wrong way now there are option appraisals and choice assessments. Voices replaced by texts sent hard graft fast, connecting you with the gaffer - wirelessly.

What ever happened to real men. In pubs and clubs around and about, can you still find them. Too late to hold back the techno wave and save Western mines. But surely those who go before lay the foundation for modern times.