Today's prevailing mood:
Oh how virtuous am I? I was honestly meaning to go to the gym all day but was having a nicely productive day of working at home and so didn’t get round to it. So how virtuous do I feel about having got my arse off to Homos Place at 8pm for half an hour of jogging. That's the third day in a row. The only way to make it worth going to the gym is to really try to get into a routine of going every day. Fear not, dear blogee, it shall not last.
Homos Place is, as the nickname implies, is full of poofs but in a nicely Manchester not in your face sort of way and everybody seems to coexist pretty happily. It’s all very New Manchester. When I say poofs, obviously I mean gay men. You don't see lesbians in gyms. Boxing clubs perhaps, but not gyms.
So now I’m at home celebrating my self discipline and athleticism by eating Sainsburys family sized trifle out of the container, watching Big Brother on television. Who needs a boyfriend when you've got Big Brother and trifle?
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