Gym life

Hit the gym at nine am this morning with the usual collection of young men with large physiques and simulated boredom showing off their tattoos - preparing for later stints on doors I imagine. As I mounted the cross-trainer I was surprised to see a granny on the rowing machine. In her pants and perm she looked like a refugee from the bingo.

I thought I might be rowing next to her, but with a minute to go she stood up. As I moved across to the rowing machine myself, I noticed her heading off towards the weights ...