Currently I am drowning in a sea of blokeiness being lead by the man with the upside down head and sales tactics, plus the chiselled looking fellow in tight shorts with the permanent grin. I have put out an SOS to the RNLI (Really Nauseating Leering Institution) to save me.
The searing sweat-soaked, bonding of manly men machismoism is literally gripping me by the love handles. “Everybody looks great in a hoodie or a training top, fellas,” keep wearing your masks drones…Well, granted, athletic muggers look great in hoodies, but old fat blokes tend to look ridiculous in both. “Do you train alone, Steve?“ says look after your Goddess, and then did I really say it is 809 days to Christmas 2024 - just enough time to lose ten stones to look good in a training top…
Now, the whole IW studio appear to be ordering during the show. Ever been to a shop where when you walk in, the staff, as a sales tactic, loudly say: ‘Don’t let that miserable looking old git buy those elasticated underpants at £9.99 for six - we are going to buy them all!!”?? No, I am sure you haven’t ’, but on IW this shameful pantomime of a tactic to sell seems to be getting more and more frequent.