Pearls of wisdom from an octogenarian who’s seen it all…
Every Wednesday night, since time immemorial, it’s keep fit in the village hall. Runs for two solid hours – and they reckon you could fall to your death on the sweat slick that seeps out under the door.
I went once.
Why have I never been again?
A bossy cow called Noreen dressed in pink spandex.
Half a hundred middle-aged women in leotards (the skinny bitches look worse that the fat buggers)
Laying on the floor next to someone whose pubes are out of control
The distinctive aroma of the yoga mat
Need I say more?
Don’t do it people…