Get your hands dirty, not your sleeves.

There are, as professional wise man Terry Moore admits, a handful of life skills that we all think we have mastered by the time we are old enough to tie our own shoe laces. Tying our own shoe laces, for example. Or rolling up one’s sleeves. There is something about the latter act that imbues confidence. Confronted with a job to do, whether plucking a pheasant, changing a tire or engaging in a heroic bout of washing up on a Sunday afternoon, unbuttoning one’s cuffs and getting them out of the way is a prerequisite. But when one’s sleeves begin to unroll just as one gets to the crucial point, one’s hands covering in guts, grease or soapy water, it’s easy to think that perhaps, after all, this job might best be left to another day. It dents the confidence; it suggests that perhaps one is not quite the all-conquering, highly competent adult that one had only minutes before supposed oneself to be. It’s natural to assume that unruly cuffs are just one of those things sent to test us or, more optimistically, to build character. But whilst it’s hardly going to revolutionise one’s life, we believe that it’s worth knowing that there is more to rolling up one’s sleeves than meets the eye.