Where was I? Oh yes! The Judo and gyming stuff...

Eating right. Sort of. It's difficult to resist it when the beer gives me a sleazy wink from the supermarket shelf, and seems to say "I'm delicious darling, give me a little sip" (why it talks like a character from Ab-Fab I'm not sure). So I've switched to red wine. The doctors say one glass per night is good for you, four therefore must be dazzling. Although there does seem to be a small downside the following morning.

Exersise. Space hoppers? When was it that huge balls became part of the gym? (Apart from the early 80's involving huge men with ropey perscriptions) The idea being that you join a class full of 45 year old women, lay back on your big ball, fall off the side and watch in horror as the ball springs out from under you hitting the instructor full in the face. Mind you, takes a lot of practise.

Judo. Next week I think I get my senior yellow belt. All of the guys last week were black belts and mainly fought each other, hence during the last lesson I was beaten up by a bunch of girls. This does nothing for the old ego, which recently has been taking rather a bashing. The idea in Judo is to throw someone and/or hold them down. I'm particularly adept at a hold down I call simply "Squashi".

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