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Freeletics week 7. And 8. Sorry about that.

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There is nothing more pathetic, more worthless, more completely shite than somebody that writes a blog apologising for not having updated their blog. So, here we go. Sorry for not updating the blog. Actually, there is something more pathetic than the above. It’s when the blogger goes on to blame their lack of activity on having been ‘busy’. I’ve been …

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Freeletics week 6: I would like to talk to you about BEER

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Oh dear. It’s time. The post I’ve probably needed to write for as long as I’ve been doing this blog. WARNING: THERE MAY BE SOME ACTUAL HONESTY IN THE FORTHCOMING POST AND VERY FEW LAUGHS AS WELL ACTUALLY (EVEN FEWER THAN NORMAL, SORRY) So, yeah. Drinking. Booze. Lovely, lovely booze. Brown booze. White booze. Red booze. Black booze. All of …

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Losing weight the All This Running Around way

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I’ve had a somewhat up and down relationship with my weight throughout my life. Actually, that’s not strictly true since I only started weighing myself thirteen days ago. So, not weight exactly. Shape. As a boy, I remember looking disdainfully in the mirror at my collection of clearly visible ribs. I decided that my legs were too thin. Although looking …

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Summer holiday fun!

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Well. Well, well, well. Are you well? It’s only right that I should ask, seeing as this is my first entry for a while. I’ve been here before with other blogs of course; doubtless you’re expecting the typically lame and predictable excuses for not having posted much this month. Balls to all that. I’ll tell you what I’ve been doing …

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“I’m getting too old for this shit…”

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No, not running. And not scarcely believable police work with my maverick, damaged but fiercely loyal partner. I’m talking about late nights and, well, drinking quite a lot. This weekend was a ‘big weekend’. Some friends were getting married on Saturday, which means I was contractually obliged to be sociable for the whole weekend. That translates into two extremely late …