Tag: gym

• July 15, 2014

  On what Louboutins have in common with Nike Airs…

  

  Every time the office buzzer rang today, I silently prayed it would be the courier. And when it eventually was, and I finally had the box in my hand, I simply didn’t know what to do with it. My heart raced, adrenaline surged through my veins, and my lips suddenly dried out. I realised I…
• July 6, 2014

  On joining a gym….

  

  I bet none of these chancers were doing what I was doing last night. Viz. drinking gin in the garden, picking apart the finer lyrical points of Amy Winehouse’s Back to Black album while gesturing expansively, my cigarettes lighting up the dark garden like poisonous fireflies. Oh no. And I bet none of them spent…