Pure Gym – To Dream Of A Bulging Bicep …….

With meltdown restrictions easing so ensues the number of tantalising flyers dropping into our mailbox, offering all manner of domestic services, meals to take away or eat in, plus numerous financial, funereal and retirement opportunities …………

…… all of which I just tend to chuck in the bin while Nigel, bless him, will diligently pore over …….

…… in particular, this week, the offer of a no contract membership with contactless entry to the newly opened Pure Gym across the other side of town.

Well, who wouldn’t be tempted by the mysteries of self cleaning stations and 2,000L of fresh air flooding into the gym every second, whilst pumping iron like Arnie Schwarzenegger possessed?

Nigel has always had a long felt want for a bulging bicep or two and a well toned and defined set of cuspids ……. but seeing his little face all dreamy and hopeful  ……..

I felt I had to break it to him that given his diminutive size, a full blown gym experience might not really be the safest of places for him. To the uninitiated gym member it would be soooooooooo easy to simply miss the little fella on a bench, in full and robust squat thrust mode …….

…….. for terrible consequences to ensue of a sat upon and squashed type nature.

I have advised him that a small can of beans (or spaghetti hoops even) is more than enough to help keep him fit and fulfil his musclebound  dreams …….

……… and perhaps if he spoke to him nicely, Darrell might even act as his coach and chief water bottle passer………