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.
