A man writes...

Queen Street, Castle Douglas We are at a point when the concept of men being in control gets quite amusing. Once again, men in power are letting us down badly, their smug, struttingly confident posturing and boorish bawling now replaced by incoherent gibbering. They quite obviously cannot rise to the “tough decisions” they constantly boast they face. But when the fan abruptly changes colour and the room becomes consequently unpleasant, these men can only cower and repeat parrot narratives to those who rightly ask searching questions on our behalf.

Men need a dull regimented pattern of structured behaviour before they can operate. A structured system with a rigid set of rules and procedures suits them down to the ground. But don’t expect any creative talent. Our parliamentary system is stuck in the 17th century. It was designed by comfortable men for comfortable men. Long before that, in past histories women were at the core of humane and fluent societies.

British women surely have a massive opportunity now that the men have melted. At present, women taking part in British male-designed structures conform to ape their male counterparts, suppressing their own natural instincts. Why? We need these instincts acted upon right now and surely this is the golden moment. Frack down through the tectonic plates of male construction and forcefully flush out the wasteful indolence of officialdom. Let light and clean air sweep through atrophy. Expose the hidden hierarchies throughout all our institutions where the uselessly

invisible clog up the works like a huge fat-ball. Replace the devious word “transparency” with the arrestingly natural concept of “honesty” and blow tired negative structure right out of the water.

In other words, sort us out in a way which no man can. Please don’t ape us. We’re ape enough.

Gordon, Berwickshire