What about the poor bloody workers?

I suspect this line was usd by Peter Sellers as Mr. Kite, the shop steward in “I’m alright Jack”. It certainly used to produce guffaws years ago whenever quoted as a parody of the average trades union moaner. But when …

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“Blood and stomach pills!”

My father sometimes used this phrase when feeling a trifle heated about one thing or another – which was pretty often, starting with the choice of tunes on the Light Service, which is what they called radio 1 in medieval …

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My secret bodybuilding past

Well, I never knew so many people were so seriously fed up with gyms. This confirmed my maxim: “Nothing fails like success” (© Drayton Bird) – which I find applies to most industries and people. Before enlarging on that, I …

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More sweaty armpits and addled brains

I am really thinking there is a market for books about the topsy-turvy world of gyms. Last week my partner and her sister went to one called KX which was wonderful. It is an absolute snip at £300 a month …

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The rumours are a damned lie, Sir!

Not long ago a friend asked me why I keep referring to “my partner”. “Some people might think you’re gay,” he said. To be honest, I don’t give a hoot what people think, and at my age you have to …

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