It's Gym O' Clock
One thing I don't seem to be able to overcome is the inescapable dullness of the gym. It's repetitive, uncomfortable and requires a lowering of sartorial standards. This makes no sense. I took this image to show a lovely road I could be running on, but the record is called "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road", yet Elton is clearly climbing ONTO the yellow brick road. It's "Hello Yellow Brick Road, Elton. You chump. There is no one at the gym you would want to talk to, including, as you catch your puce, glistening reflection in the many, many mirrors, yourself. The young people are smug and sit about on the equipment looking at their phones, knowing their attractive and symmetrical bodies are entirely unearned. There is always a middle aged man pacing up and down shouting about work into his phone. He is so important he cannot even stop businessing to lift. There are a lot of Audis in the car park outside. You don't want to get too close to the old people - an...
