Ken you believe it

Items purchased at B&Q today: 3
Faulty items going back to B&Q tomorrow: 2
(Could've been worse, could've been Argos)

So i cycled down to SPS (5.6 miles round trip - impressive eh?) and pumped some iron. Not very much iron to be fair so i think it's best to say i'm building up slowly.

A couple of the old boys were there; Martin and Ron who run the place and are subsequently there most mornings and a guy i hadn't seen before called Ken. He must be in his late fifties/early sixties, wore a t-shirt and joggers that looked more than a couple sizes too big for him and looked pretty pale and unhealthy. Nevertheless, he was chucking some big weights on the ends of the barbell and really pushing himself to do the requisite reps. The banter was flowing as usual but i kind of felt a little disturbed for some reason. After Ken shuffled out muttering something about an appointment i threw a questioning look over to Martin:
"He's off for his chemo. Prostate cancer"

Gee zuz. I'd felt slightly embarrassed that the skinny old guy was doing weights three or four times heavier than i would ever dream of doing and that was before i knew he was ill. I am in awe....

...And moving on swiftly. Did you see Reggie Perrin tonight? I was a bit dubious about the 're-working' of an old sit-com - especially when it's Martin Clunes in for Leonard Rossiter (next you'll tell me the poet laureate is a girl) - but it was tres bon. Still, i didn't get where i am today talking about the modernising of a seventies sit-com.

I'm playing in a football tournament tomorrow and then we're all out on the sauce for the evening. It could be messy. It will certainly be blog-free and it's only 50/50 for Sunday.