Right 5 is too many. After feeling that ill earlier and hiding it as best I could I really should not be still up. Still this is a good episode of CSI. And everything else is going well. So dear reader (0 readers. I have not made this public but it makes me feel like I am doing a lecture) I feel this is once again a negative health day. I really need to remember that I was once an active chap and start to do something that involves my heart going above 50 beats per minute. So. Jogging? Gym? The dusty £200 rowing machine I insisted I would use 3 times a week. Not sure but something needs to happen or I will be a bloody invalid by the time P is 15. And R will hate me. I mean I get nothing but applause for how I cope in a drinking environment. 2 days ago dear reader I was in a tent surrounded by hoo-ray-henry's and their paid for company, took the dance floor at God knows what hour. Lost nearly everyone I was with, got back to the hotel and still came out of the whole thing smelling of roses. Just got to stop chasing that sort of thing every night. Am I bored? Not really I think I have just got horribly lazy. I fear going on the rower. I think I may get a heart twinge and say 'Fuck it' and get a beer and a roll-up instead. Talking of which...This is the last time. No it's not I am on a late tomorrow. Then it is Friday and I want to have a nice night with the neighbours and then it's Saturday. Working Sunday and then well it's Christmas. OK. Not new year that's shit so....January the 10th I am going for a run. Where the fuck do you buy running shoes from anyway? It's all shit chavvy trainers. Oh well. I will research and take the pavement like a bitch. Maybe. No I will and by March I will be breathing well and showing R my muscles. Maybe. No don't give up yet. It is still 2 weeks before GO day. Goodnight dear reader. A slow start I know but I assure you I will get better.