Workouts For The Practising Gentleman

Imagine my horror a couple of weeks ago when I discovered that a colleague, whom I’d thought to be a regular, peace loving, solid sort of chap, was actually one of these whadjacallems. Not only has he been found to be the possessor of a home gym and an online trainer, he deliberately performs Squid Squats, Lobster Lunges and other crustacean contortions on his balcony every morning. Why a contented corporate creature would want to subject himself to such tortures, I cannot say – but I must admit, he’s not the only one.

An Explanation - And A New Hope

I would very much like to say that a couple of days ago someone heaved a half-brick through a window of my house with a note wrapped around it that said “Why aren’t you writing more of the enlightening and entertaining blogposts that we love so much?” – but, of course, no such thing has happened, so I can’t. Literary deprivation hasn’t yet plunged to brick-chucking depths; but I am aware that eager readers are asking questions each time they see a link to an old post on my FB feed. “Where’s the new stuff?” they want to know. To them, I owe an explanation.