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The Chairman, man-boobs and completely hypothetically-speaking

It’s never a good sign when the Chairman of your cricket club approaches you at a pre-season training session, arms outstretched, bellowing “I take it your training regime is fucked then” before grabbing hold of your man-boobs and giving them a comedy squeeze. Read the rest of this entry »

An example of my gluttony and why I’ll never lose weight

It’s Saturday night.  Whatshername is out, leaving me alone in the house.  I’d make burgers, I’d decided.  Chilli burgers, in preparation for a chilli burger-making competition (no, really).  Two burgers: 500g of minced lamb, plus secret ingredients (I’ll tell you specifics after I’ve won the competition, as I know at least one of my rivals reads this thrilling and informative blog).  That’s slightly more than two quarter-pounders’ worth of meat.  That’s plenty enough for anyone’s tea, yes?

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The equivalent weight of a packet of Chocolate Hob Nobs

This is the moment you’ve barely given a second thought.  It’s time to see the graph.  But first, what does the graph show?  What does it tell us?  It’s tells us that I’m shit at dieting.  I’ve lost a rounded-up pound since last Friday.  By rounded-up pound I mean that the little ticket the Boots weight machine prints out says I’ve lost a pound, but a quick sense check (looking at the change in weight in kilos) shows I haven’t.  I’ve lost 0.3kg.  0.66lbs.  300g.  The equivalent weight of a packet of Chocolate Hob Nobs, ironically enough an entire packet of which I’ve eaten in the past two days.  I know what you’re thinking.  I’m a useless, disgusting, greedy bollocks. Read the rest of this entry »

A large poo, Lucy Pinder, and Peter Kay

This blog will be a slightly disjointed affair, as I have several points to make; sadly none of them are of any real interest or importance. Read the rest of this entry »

That time of year again, warning pangs, and 343 days


It’s that time of year again.  Time for reflection.  Time, perhaps, for feeling guilty after the excesses of the past couple of weeks.  It’s time for a new start.  Yep, it’s time for new year’s resolutions.

But does anyone actually bother?  I get the impression that most people talk about new year’s resolutions, but few ever actually see them through to any kind of outcome. Read the rest of this entry »