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Today I jogged like an old women with a bladder problem and did eleventy sit-ups. Now I am drinking wine. I shall be the fittest alcomoholic this side of the Pennines.
I also have a new telly so all is right with the world.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:13, 54 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

You're doing better than me today BGB. I thought about going into the attic and knocking out a few reps on the weights bench and then thought "Nah - Fuck it".
I are now sat here with a vintage can of Lynx lager.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:17, Reply)

I passed my gym instructor running up the hill as I was jogging down......bitch!
That women is driving me to drink with her flat stomach and toned arms, and she's had kids.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:23, Reply)

I started work in an office next to an old mate of mine who is possibly the most ripped man alive.
As if I needed anything else to remind me of how much of a fat, unhealthy cunt I am I get sat next to Steve.
I may have to go up in to the attic to glower at the weights in a bit just to spite them.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:26, Reply)

have they got anything to talk about other than "reps" and "protein shakes" and "steroid injections" and "drugs testing" and "being stripped of Olympic medals"?
good evening, by the way
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:29, Reply)

and a good evening to you.
And in other news - Yay for BGB's new telly.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:30, Reply)

I thought about it last week too.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:31, Reply)

I'm only doing this exercise malarky so I can get laid : )
Mind you the amount of blokes on here who end up sleeping with fat women, why do I bother.
Yay for Tulip and all.
My new telly is fab. I set it up and got very excited for an hour until I realised it was just the same as my old telly, but worked.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:32, Reply)

I nearly did some exercise the other day, but then thought far better of it. I think I ended up driving into town and drinking Irn-Bru instead.
Go team health!
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:33, Reply)

I would sell my soul for a cheese and onion pie right now. My nearest chippy does a fantastic home made cheese and onion pie and their chips are scrummy as well.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:38, Reply)

I thought about donning the chav wear and going out for a run the other day and then thought ...... Hmmmm, Knees click, back's fucked and my right metatarsal is playing up again.
I'm only thirty fucking two :(
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:41, Reply)

And I used to be a hedonist.
Man the fuck up and get through the pain barrier.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:44, Reply)

I'd be motivated to exercise 'cos otherwise I'd be wasting money and I'm quite the tightarse.
Am I fooling myself?
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:47, Reply)

I find joining the gym has made me go. I only have to go twice a week for it to be worth the money.
I've just been to the fridge to see if I have any pies. I know for sure I don't have any but I thought I'd look just in case one magically appeared.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:49, Reply)

I tried that but failed.
Mind you, I have no willpower.
Blousie, did you know you can get lasagne pies up here? they're all of the nom...
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:51, Reply)

That's day to day living! Unless it involves an armchair it's painful in some way, shape or form.
Exercise is too much effort, hence why sofa always wins :)
Edit. And I joined a gym, worked out how often I had to go to lower my landed cost for membership and then wrote off the £25 per month as impetueousness tax.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:52, Reply)

Speaking of lasagne, you can get amazing haggis lasagne from the local butcher down at home. I very nearly bought some when I was down at the weekend.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:52, Reply)

Also, I've been rather rude; are you all well?
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 19:58, Reply)

And although we're having lasagne tonight I inexplicably now want a pie.
And your good self?
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:00, Reply)

After yesterday's trek in the North Downs, I still feel a bit exhausted. My legs feel like they're giant logs. Meanwhile in the office, we had the fans on for what I think is the first time this year. These two effects combined put me into a hypnotic trance and nearly sent me to sleep. Having forgotten my iPhone headphones, I had no choice but to listen to the drone of the fans. But I still managed to go to the gym during my lunchbreak.
How's everyone else?
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:02, Reply)

apart from the warbling women in my cafe.
they're singing Waterloo at a funereal pace.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:08, Reply)

And I'm not bad Spunk-man. Apart from the fact that I'm trying to do some programming with a chip and board I've never used before, and a programming language I've never used before today.
This may not go well...
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:18, Reply)

*sulks*
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:22, Reply)

I'm going to touch myself with a carrot and pretend it's a man
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:27, Reply)

That sounds rather unsanitary ..... Even with strange women warbling in the background.
@ BGB - This does not count towards you 5 a day.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:31, Reply)

And I'll wank if I want to
*stops singing*
you may have a point there.
*giggles as said point*
*giggles again*
edit@blouse - don't you mean a stew?
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:32, Reply)

If you're going down that route then make sure you get a carrot which would have been sent in to That's Life with Esther Rantzen.
The knobbles and ridges should be condusive to a satisfactory cafe based onanism session.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:34, Reply)

Have you tried to eat 5 fruit or veg a day. It's very difficult, even for a vegetarian.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:35, Reply)

But you could start singing your own tune. You could sing this to It's My Party
It's my cafe, and I'll wank if I want to
wank if I want to, wank if I want to...
You would wank too if you worked in one too.
If you sang it over the tannoy, those warblers would soon stop.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:39, Reply)

none of your uniform veg from Tesco, thank you, give me the freaks from the greengrocers on the market!
I'm sure you can count juice and stuff as part of the five a day. and if you have breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, brunch, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, supper and a little smackerel before bed, then... you'd probably get quite fat. And gouty.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:39, Reply)

I shall call one Hubert and the other Dominic and we shall snuggle down for the night and see what happens.
Goodnight.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:42, Reply)

If you want more meals per day, how about this:
Breakfast
Brunch
Elevenses
Twelvses
Lunch
Apres-Lunch
Tea
St Matthew's Meal
Dinner
Supper
Midnight Feast
2am Snack
EDIT: 'night BGB and carrots.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:46, Reply)

but you forgot three o'clockses
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:47, Reply)

I find that one works pretty well.
Update on the work front: programming isn't going awfully, but could be going much better.
Anyone up to much tonight?
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:50, Reply)

which covers everything else.
Sorry to hear that PoD. I hope it goes better.
I'm just waiting for everyone to go, then I can lock up and scram.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:55, Reply)

and accidentally shorten Hubert to... Bert?
The psychological damage may be severe.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:57, Reply)

This list of meals was taken from one of the "Look Around You" episodes. As for grazing, if I could grow different types of food from the floor of my studio-flat, that would be the way to go.
@POD: What are you trying to build/program?
Meanwhile, my addiction to HSH threads has reached the point that it's getting in the way of sending Gazzes.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 20:58, Reply)

I'm programming a control system for an electric wheelchair prototype/model. Not great that I've never used this language before. Hmph.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 21:00, Reply)

So does that mean if you get some programming wrong it'll do 80mph instead of trundling gently along?
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 21:03, Reply)

Do people gaz a lot? I've had the occasional gaz conversation but really not used it much.
Are you all gazzing like mad bastards?
EDIT: Are you all RIGHT NOW gazzing each other behind my back? Saying "how much does he know?" and "should we tell him?"
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 21:05, Reply)

But not particularly often.
And no Tulip, it's more likely just to fall over and hurt people if I get it wrong. Oh well.
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 21:12, Reply)

Been a goodie. A wee 2 and a half mile run, a yummy tea and a pack of smarties. Life is good!
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 21:20, Reply)

Only occasionally. I imagine that everyone else has heaps of messages every time they log in and that it's just me who has "You have 0 unread messages" in cold mocking grey at the top of my screen....
EDIT: huzah, everyone's going home, that means I can too! byesies!
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 21:25, Reply)

Re Gazzing:
I have Gazzing-phases. Sometimes, I can go a week or more sans Gaz, and other times, I'm inundated with them. Right now, I'm turning my trip to the Edinburgh bash next month into a tour of local b3tans, and am trying to organise my itinerary, so my Gaz-traffic is surging lately.
EDIT: Bye Tulip
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 21:40, Reply)

www.theregister.co.uk/2009/03/04/polish_spitfire/
The Polish Government back in the day was awesome. Elected Kings who could be removed by a majority vote from the council of nobles to send in the assassins. Only problem was relying on a unanimous vote for anything important (removing a king, not important; raising an army to resist invaders, important)
( , Mon 16 Mar 2009, 21:44, Reply)
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