Gym Regime

Now it's the New Year, I've decided to go to the gym at least once a month, because I've just got to stop smoking and lose some of this flab. So they've shown me this exercise, only I don't know if it's just me, but every time I do it, I can see all these middle-aged men watching. Dirty buggers. I don't know what they think they're going to see anyway, because I'm head to toe in Lycra, so they might as well ogle a memory foam mattress. Anyway, I can't go tomorrow because it's pretty much martial law at Dagfields, what with all of these traders not pitching in when they're meant to, so I'll have to operate the bloody chip and pin machine and that's stressful enough at the best of times without having to contemplate the prospect of arousing the interest of every Tom, Dick and Harry at Fitness First. And besides, I can feel another virus coming on, so I'll just have to take it easy until February. See if you can pick me up a packet of Lambert and Butler Gold if you're going out, will you?