My lard arse and Monday mornings

I’ve been going to this fitness centre for 5/6 months, training 3 times a week and really sweating my bollocks off.  Anyway, Tim my trainer, weighed and analysed me at the beginning and a week last Friday.  What was the result of my 6 month slog.  Nothing, sod all.  Not one gramm lost not one knob of lard has been turned into muscle.  I tried to put a positive spin on it.  I drank and ate well and didn’t put on an ounce.  Tim has now been put me on another regime.   At the end of my normal routine, I have to put this heart measurement strap on and jump on a machine of torture.  I then should keep my heartbeart at 150bpm for 25 minutes.  In addition, I didn’t drink any beer over the last weekend,  Actually it wasn’t a problem to lay off the booze.   Surprisingly I was quite happy drinking tea and listening to music.   I woke this Monday morning expecting to be cheerful and full of life after the beer free weekend.  No, it was still a miserable experience.  I better lose some weight after putting myself through this hell.  Hmmm…those chocolates look good over there.

My Dad’s pants, Big Brother, Nazis

My dad died quite peacefully in his sleep in November 2005.   I visited my mum and tried to help out as much as possible.  My mum offered me all his clothes.  I took some hats, coats, junpers and best of his collection of pants.  The housekeeper seemed horrified that I should actually wear a dead man’s pants.  But there were clean and they fitted so what’s the problem?    I see it as a tribute to my dad.   I looking forward to passing on the family underwear to future generations of Millers.

I set up a big plasma tv and sky plus in the small living room.  I went to great deal of trouble setting it up.  All the time I kept getting complaints from the housekeeper about the new system.  Do we really need it?  How much did that cost? etc.  Anyway since the housekeeper has taken control of the sky plus box.  For the last 3 months we’ve had big brother on every night.  I made the mistake of not getting hooked this year.  So I’ve been sulking in the other room while she gets her fix.  Now she watching Friends and other American shows.   Driving me bloody nuts.  I seriously considering getting sky sports so I can record a test series and watch it every night for the next 3 months.

When I was in Poland we went to cafe in some village in the middle of nowhere.  We immediatly notice there were a lot of skinheads and iron crosses on t-shirts.  Anyway we sat and waited to be served.  The stupid bitch waitress ignored us and finally we left in disgust.  I presume these people were nazi type people.  Could have just been a case of bad service, I suppose.  But it seems funny to me that Poland has Nazi’s. Do they hate all tourists?  They could at least taken my money and spat in my drink.