men in old fashioned garb to punt you up and down the river,
men in kilts to entertain you at the Pipe band championships,
men in tight shorts to whizz past you on rickety bikes in some speed trial thing I could not work out but which involved going at suicidal speeds around a small city centre circuit,
dead men who have done very impressive things in their life involving pointless and dangerous journeys to snowy places,
men to serenade you with "Lay Down Sally" in the late afternoon as the Arts Center empties and the air cools,
and my personal favourite - mediatative men sitting happily in the distance, reading and waiting patiently for their wives to finish taking arty photos of the Arts Center.