

This will make me antsy. I quickly find that I am wasting my time on something that is very easy to understand and I would rather spend my time learning about how to start a company. I start writing notes about my company on my hand. My knees begin to shake. I shift constantly in my chair.
“suppppply. demmmmand. suppppply. demmmmand. suppppply goes uppp. demmmand goes downnnnnn.”
ANTSY. Ready to learn. Ready to start my real life doing the things I LOVE. Ready to see all of my dreams come true RIGHT AWAY!!!
Then I leave the classroom, reveal my new ideas about being a CEO to my friend Deborah, I jump up and down a few times, and I leave her to g0 back to my room and learn.
Once I sit down I have a million thoughts a minute and the tabs on my safari are flying all over my computer. One of two things happen: One. my computer can not handle my enthusiasm so it shuts down or Two. as I reach a peak of wanting to know about all of these things, I realize I have no means of accessing all of the books that I want to read. I see that each costs $30 on Amazon and I am not willing to pay that amount for multiple books.
So my excitement whittles down to a one-dimensional emotion of fervor and then I take a nap.
This manifesto, which was posted on the Chap magazine website, I find as hilarious and tongue-in-cheek as Diana Vreeland's "Why Don't You?" column. The editor of Chap, Gustav Temple, does an impeccable job of applying the mentality of these rules to his every day life and he is quite the gent because of it. Give the list a look, be enlightened, and be amused.
1 THOU SHALT ALWAYS WEAR TWEED. No other fabric says so defiantly: I am a man of panache, savoir-faire and devil-may-care, and I will not be served Continental lager beer under any circumstances.
2 THOU SHALT NEVER NOT SMOKE. Health and Safety "executives" and jobsworth medical practitioners keep trying to convince us that smoking is bad for the lungs/heart/skin/eyebrows, but we all know that smoking a bent apple billiard full of rich Cavendish tobacco raises one's general sense of well-being to levels unimaginable by the aforementioned spoilsports.
3 THOU SHALT ALWAYS BE COURTEOUS TO THE LADIES. A gentleman is never truly seated on an omnibus or railway carriage: he is merely keeping the seat warm for when a lady might need it. Those who take offence at being offered a seat are not really Ladies.
4 THOU SHALT NEVER, EVER, WEAR PANTALOONS DE NIMES. When you have progressed beyond fondling girls in the back seats of cinemas, you can stop wearing jeans. Wear fabrics appropriate to your age, and, who knows, you might even get a quick fumble in your box at the opera.
5 THOU SHALT ALWAYS DOFF ONE'S HAT. Alright, so you own a couple of trilbies. Good for you - but it's hardly going to change the world. Once you start actually lifting them off your head when greeting, departing or simply saluting passers-by, then the revolution will really begin.
6 THOU SHALT NEVER FASTEN THE LOWEST BUTTON ON THY WESKIT. Look, we don't make the rules, we simply try to keep them going. This one dates back to Edward VII, sufficient reason in itself to observe it.
7 THOU SHALT ALWAYS SPEAK PROPERLY. It's quite simple really. Instead of saying "Yo, wassup?", say "How do you do?"
8 THOU SHALT NEVER WEAR PLIMSOLLS WHEN NOT DOING SPORT. Nor even when doing sport. Which you shouldn't be doing anyway. Except cricket.
9 THOU SHALT ALWAYS WORSHIP AT THE TROUSER PRESS. At the end of each day, your trousers should be placed in one of Mr. Corby's magical contraptions, and by the next morning your creases will be so sharp that they will start a riot on the high street.
10 THOU SHALT ALWAYS CULTIVATE INTERESTING FACIAL HAIR. By interesting we mean moustaches, not beards.
Need I say more?