THE BALL IS ROLLING

Most people would try to look rather spry at parties for their latest films.

Ryan Gosling just wears that old jacket of his that turned up in a bag at the back of the wardrobe. 'How did it end up there?' he wondered, perhaps even asking aloud to a girlfriend who looks rather guilty for, I'm sure, totally unrelated reasons.

Accessorised with fingerless gloves that he's probably had since he worked in the freezer section of a Walmart, he's good to go.

THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT.

So, what exactly are we doing here?

Systematically tracking down the best kind of men, that's what.

Long has a fixation been held by me and my pals for the kinda goofy, badly attired, overly follicled and SUPREMELY AWESOME variety of boy rarely appreciated to their fullest by the female of the species.

Well, only by the wisest.

This is because we know that beneath those layers of op shop puffer gilet and cereal magnet facial hair is probably something genuinely magnificent protecting itself from not just society's expectations, but the motherfuckin' cold, mate.

So hiya, blog! You're gonna be a good 'un and you're probably just for us.