Crikey, I hadn't realised how long its been since I blogged. My birthday's come and gone without even a mention in passing. I've joined a new gym. lost weight. need to buy new clothes. weather's crap.
This year I decided to do something different for my birthday... I arranged a day's paintballing for myself, Mrs FG and a hadnful of friends down in Sevenoaks. Amazingly, we found it easily enough and stood around waiting for it to officially open, all the while staring at the horde of feral kids pouring from soccer-mom wagons and assorted vans. Fortunately.. or unfortunately.. we didn't get to shoot the little muppets and had to be content with regular sized muppets.
We sweated. We dived for cover, rolled in dirt, leopard crawled, said Fuck a lot, gained some interesting bruises and just generally had a fun but utterly exhausting day. After a pint and some nosh at the oh-so-genteel pub a couple of miles away, where we were politely glared at for *shock* *gasp* laughing and talking merrily, we headed home where I personally crashed out on the couch for a couple of hours. good fun- but dangerously expensive if you have an itchy trigger finger :)
I've given up on the kickboxing classes... I have t-shirts older than 90% of the students and well, they irritate me. Their form is horrendous and the discipline is tragically mediocre and no one seems to care! But.. I have now enrolled at The Real Fight Club, an old school boxing gym a block or two from the office.
Let me tell you this- boxing is gruelling, exhausting work. And thats without even getting into the ring to spar. The required fitness level is absurdly high and let me tell you something - its not easy. Theres a mountain of stuff for me to learn- no easy ride this one. It's great.
Sad as it is, theres not much other news. Work grinds on, the only carrot being the legend of a decent bonus in September. By all accounts it should be juicy- we're a good few million squidders ahead of budget and are adding to the surplus monthly. But then, I am but a lowly serf still, so we see what kind of crumb falls from the master's table this year.