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Gradually, I'm beginning to recognise some of the people there: there's a resolute old duffer who spends all his time on the stepmaster, some angry looking chap sprinting on the treadmill, and a succession of people who row for a bit then go away to do something else. I wonder if anyone recognises me. Maybe for somebody I'm that bloke who perspires too much while looking very bloody cross. I guess it's an image of a sort.
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Monday, October 25, 2010
The Boy Who Considered Buying A Kindle
I went to the gym today, which seems to be my unimaginative way to commemorate the start of the week; having done some exercise, I'm then either too complacent or too exhausted to contemplate returning for another week.
Gradually, I'm beginning to recognise some of the people there: there's a resolute old duffer who spends all his time on the stepmaster, some angry looking chap sprinting on the treadmill, and a succession of people who row for a bit then go away to do something else. I wonder if anyone recognises me. Maybe for somebody I'm that bloke who perspires too much while looking very bloody cross. I guess it's an image of a sort.
Gradually, I'm beginning to recognise some of the people there: there's a resolute old duffer who spends all his time on the stepmaster, some angry looking chap sprinting on the treadmill, and a succession of people who row for a bit then go away to do something else. I wonder if anyone recognises me. Maybe for somebody I'm that bloke who perspires too much while looking very bloody cross. I guess it's an image of a sort.
