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There are some man mountains on my doorstep and they don't look amused

In my time on this little corner of the Interweb I've already explained my dismay with the advertising pointing out how my funeral probably won't have fireworks unless I start puttng some money away. Well that might be difficult you see, on account of all the ads currently that are attempting to put the fear in me that big burly blokes will be waiting on my doorstep shortly (after the threatening phone calls?...) I wanna ave some words wif ya!

I did some secret business and then I couldn't walk. And you should too.

If you've ever met me, two things quickly become apparent. 1) I have less hair (and attitude) than Bruce Willis and 2) I have the fitness level of a long term unemployed unmotivated sumo wrestler. Yeah that looks like me. Which meant when I got an invite from my mate Arj (who has hair and could wrestle a bear) to one of his 'Secret Men's Business training sessions' I really should have thought twice. Or warmed up properlly. Or both. But boy am I glad I did.