I must have missed it. When did the soul handshake take over from the traditional one? The soul form - I guess you could describe it as one hand clapping against another person's hand - was the exclusive form of greeting in use throughout Chelsea's glorious claim on the Champions League title yesterday.
Not just player to player but player to dignitaries, officials, and Roman A, the happy owner.
I don't mind but if it's the new etiquette we need to be told.
The Queen is touring Britain ahead of the Jubilee celebration. What if I were to bump into her and there was an embarrassing flapping as we decided how to shake hands?
I’m not going into that good night – gentle or any other way – for as long as possible. Hence the launch of this blog in December 2009 a month before my 65th birthday.
Why the blog's name? When my doctor temporarily prescribed statins to reduce my cholesterol levels she told me to exclude grapefruit from my diet. I received the profoundest sense of my own mortality.
I’ve never liked grapefruit but now banned they called to me siren-like from supermarket shelves.
Forbidden grapefruit, it can only be a short step until my body was denied solid food and then oxygen itself.
Originally a cultural blog subtitled last stop before the abyss, after building a large archive, I re-launched in a new guise in March 2012 and again in April 2014.
My interests are widespread; by nature I prefer to look forward rather than back. I’m male; divorced with grownup children; a retired national newspaper journalist; and a Londoner. GC