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Like everyone else I joined my gym in a bid to shed the pounds but after the initial enthusiasm wore off I found better and more convoluted reasons not to go.

The usual cliques of beautiful people pissed me off by strutting past, preening themselves as they went, whilst I sweated like a badly coordinated cornered nun on the treadmill, I got naffed off having to take a chunk out of my day to exercise and I just didn't feel like I fitted ..... Eventually it became as alien an environment as Saturn. £25 per month has been had out of my account for the grand total of no meaningful gain but a spark of optimism thought "Maybe I'll go back".

Until this month. Due to building work, my bathroom is as fucked as the McCann's chances of seeing Madeline again. I have no tiles on the walls, I can see the bog from my living room and most importantly no shower. Suddenly that £25 per month has become a very acceptable price to pay to be able to not have to resort to a whore's bath in the sink and instead luxuriate under piping hot jets of water.
(SpunkyMcSpunkbubble Diddled your nubbin on, Fri 10 Jul 2009, 16:40, Reply)