I have a confession...my resolve...it has slipped. But fear not dear reader, it will not be for long.
I have a confession...my resolve...it has slipped. But fear not dear reader, it will not be for long.
Still fresh with motivation, exuding the very zest of self-improvement, I reach into the wardrobe. I am looking for something in particular. A T-shirt. The T-shirt. The gym T-shirt no less. The one that says 'Cardiff Rugby'. An exclusive T-shirt. The one that makes it look like I have at some point played rugby within the boundaries of the city of Cardiff (this is of course, only loosely true).
So, I am reading this Sunday newspaper supplement last weekend...you know the one that tells you all about what should be cool and what you should avoid, and I discover to my dismay that big men are back in fashion. That's a shock! For years now my slim, half starved figure has been in vogue, with skinny guys bursting from the fashion magazines and catwalks out into the streets, and now, sigh, it’s all about the muscle.