Gym bunnies

Today’s been busy so far. I’m flying to Prague for work and am on a Friday afternoon flight from Manchester to Prague. The flight, predictably, is full of stag night boys, each of whom is determined to have the time of his life. If that’s not possible, each seems to be earnestly determined to beat their “PB” for beers sunk. The drinking has clearly started and as far as I can see it’s all a very well intentioned affair. Nevertheless, the Friday afternoon MAN – PRG flight is basically the preserve of stag nights up for “doing it large”. Henceforth, I shall refer to Friday’s flight OK645 as “the vomit rocket”.

I managed to get to Homos Place for a personal trainer session this morning, which I’m proud of managing to squeeze in. Once again, there were two muscle men, who I think are German judging by their accent. I’ve no idea if they were trying to be funny (I instinctively assume not) but they were weightlifting together and rather egging each other on, in heavily accented English. Here are some of the phrases used to encourage each other through the pain of lifting remarkably big weights:

• “Harder! Come on, harder!”
• “Take it! It’s no good if it’s not hard!”
• “Hard, you want it hard!”
• “Yes, come on, that’s it, PUSH!”
• “Come on, make it hurt!”
• “Give me more, you KNOW you can give me more!”

Andy (personal trainer) and I rather followed them around for an hour, as it was completely class entertainment. I don’t think that they had any idea how much like some bad porn film soundtrack they sounded. We giggled like schoolgirls at some of the stuff they were coming out with. It’s all great fun.