This will be a short post. I’m graduating tomorrow and tonight is upper-body, so I may not be able to move my arms at the ceremony. The exercise is going far better than the diet or the smoking. It’s so much easier to take something up than to give something up! After three days, I’m feeling fitter and stronger, and will soon be an electro-pop anthem. I’m falling in love with my kettlebell. Kettlebells are weighed in poods and the one I bought is half a pood. It’s amazing how much fun you can have trying to work the word ‘pood’ into polite conversation.
I learnt some things from going out with the French tonight.
1. (from the bus-ride to town) Pause for a moment before answering the phone to your mother if you’re listening to the Savage Lovecast and a woman is talking about the difficulty of fitting her boyfriend’s enormous wong into her.
2. Don’t discuss the art of seduction with your students.
3. I’m too old to get caught sneaking naggins of vodka into pubs.
4. French people smoke far too much, and are a terrible influence all round.