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Hey. I'm Loz. I've lurked here for a great many years and rarely summon the courage to post! About me? I'm 22, a history post-grad student and I reside in the city of York...wooyay! x
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Hey. I'm Loz. I've lurked here for a great many years and rarely summon the courage to post! About me? I'm 22, a history post-grad student and I reside in the city of York...wooyay! x
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» Gyms
This was my second week...
...at a new gym, with an eagerly athletic (and incredibly patronising when it came to fitness) new bloke in tow. I was desperately trying to give off the impression that I knew what I was doing and that I, too, was a super-fit gym-bunny (and not a student layabout whose only exercise came from pushing her luck!). Therefore, dressed to impress (or so I thought at the time) in full make-up and skin-tight lycra (I must have looked like a total twat), I clambered aboard the treadmill next to his. Warming up quickly, I glanced over at his settings and notched my speed up to out-do him. The pace was fast and I was just about handling it. He looked over at me and, smiling, notched his machine up another couple of mph. I matched him, breathless, red-faced and sweating, concentrating hard, very hard, to keep my legs moving quickly enough....
....Until a hair grip flew out of my hair and I, with a gut reaction, turned around to grab it, flew off the machine, face-planted the wall behind and slunk out of the room in shame (and pain!) to the applause and raucous laughter of the entire room.
Once I had stopped bleeding and he had stopped laughing, we had words and joint gym-time ceased. These days neither of us bother, he's gained a few stone thanks to a lazy desk job. I'm eating a rhubarb pie as i type! Gyms are dangerous, expensive and humiliating- just go outside!
(Tue 14th Jul 2009, 22:20, More)
This was my second week...
...at a new gym, with an eagerly athletic (and incredibly patronising when it came to fitness) new bloke in tow. I was desperately trying to give off the impression that I knew what I was doing and that I, too, was a super-fit gym-bunny (and not a student layabout whose only exercise came from pushing her luck!). Therefore, dressed to impress (or so I thought at the time) in full make-up and skin-tight lycra (I must have looked like a total twat), I clambered aboard the treadmill next to his. Warming up quickly, I glanced over at his settings and notched my speed up to out-do him. The pace was fast and I was just about handling it. He looked over at me and, smiling, notched his machine up another couple of mph. I matched him, breathless, red-faced and sweating, concentrating hard, very hard, to keep my legs moving quickly enough....
....Until a hair grip flew out of my hair and I, with a gut reaction, turned around to grab it, flew off the machine, face-planted the wall behind and slunk out of the room in shame (and pain!) to the applause and raucous laughter of the entire room.
Once I had stopped bleeding and he had stopped laughing, we had words and joint gym-time ceased. These days neither of us bother, he's gained a few stone thanks to a lazy desk job. I'm eating a rhubarb pie as i type! Gyms are dangerous, expensive and humiliating- just go outside!
(Tue 14th Jul 2009, 22:20, More)
» DIY disasters
I Like This...
www.sniffpetrol.com/wp-content/uploads/spadikea.jpg
...as I have no amusing DIY stories to tell!
(Wed 9th Apr 2008, 16:59, More)
I Like This...
www.sniffpetrol.com/wp-content/uploads/spadikea.jpg
...as I have no amusing DIY stories to tell!
(Wed 9th Apr 2008, 16:59, More)
» Phobias
Walking barefoot on long(ish) grass...
...it absolutely TERRIFIES me! I hate the thought that I'm treading barefoot on all the creepy-crawlies that might be lurking within. Worse still, that i'll have to scrape mashed insect from between my toes.
I think it stems from actually treading on a bee when I was little.
*Shudders*
(Thu 10th Apr 2008, 20:13, More)
Walking barefoot on long(ish) grass...
...it absolutely TERRIFIES me! I hate the thought that I'm treading barefoot on all the creepy-crawlies that might be lurking within. Worse still, that i'll have to scrape mashed insect from between my toes.
I think it stems from actually treading on a bee when I was little.
*Shudders*
(Thu 10th Apr 2008, 20:13, More)
» Rubbish Towns
Grantham...
...a previous winner of the prestigious 'most boring town' award, also, incidentally, a winner of "Station of the Year" - medium sized category - in 1998. Get in.
Grantham is a place of quiet desperation and apathy, famous only for having been the birthplace of the Devil's own, Margret Thatcher. The mostly boarded-up high street consists only of pound shops and charity shops and the town as a whole is grey, miserable and totally bereft of, well...everything! 'G-Town' is also home to the notorious Earlsfield 'Earsy' Estate, home primarily to underage single mothers, hard drug users and alcoholic 'Kevs' on the fiddle. It is a place where the law no longer dares to tread...
As some wise soul once said- the best thing to come out of Grantham is the A1!
(Sat 31st Oct 2009, 16:27, More)
Grantham...
...a previous winner of the prestigious 'most boring town' award, also, incidentally, a winner of "Station of the Year" - medium sized category - in 1998. Get in.
Grantham is a place of quiet desperation and apathy, famous only for having been the birthplace of the Devil's own, Margret Thatcher. The mostly boarded-up high street consists only of pound shops and charity shops and the town as a whole is grey, miserable and totally bereft of, well...everything! 'G-Town' is also home to the notorious Earlsfield 'Earsy' Estate, home primarily to underage single mothers, hard drug users and alcoholic 'Kevs' on the fiddle. It is a place where the law no longer dares to tread...
As some wise soul once said- the best thing to come out of Grantham is the A1!
(Sat 31st Oct 2009, 16:27, More)