RTFM
I was in two minds about today’s torture session at the gym. I call it the gym simply because it is full of stationary yokes that you pedal with your feet or your arms, or row, or run on, or … Continue reading →
Monthly Archives: September 2019
Fatal if used as directed
I have survived my first week of torture. I am a bit surprised at this, as I had never even entered a gym before and have a distaste for any exercise with is non-productive. A brisk walk to the pub … Continue reading →
The end of days
The planet is on the brink of disaster. How many times have we heard that before? Well, actually Bill supplied the answer in a comment the other day – Click to embiggen Now it’s the IPCC [remember them- the ones … Continue reading →
The torture
I was back at the Torture Chamber again today. It started badly as I had to set my alarm for the unearthly hour of half nine to give myself time to wake up, have a mug of tea, have a … Continue reading →
In at the deep end
Right! I had my first session today with the mob in the local [i.e. not the other side of the city] hospital. It started off badly as I arrived on time but had a problem finding somewhere to park. I … Continue reading →
