Life in Dulwich

Went to Body Combat last night. This was the class that I nearly had to leave after 15 minutes, the first time I did it, due to general wanting-to-fall-down-dead-ness. The instructor, then, was a very small, whippet thin, ball of energy who would be bouncing all over the place and then go on to take some class called Boot Camp Circuits or something like that. She was French and ueber cool.

Now we have a new instructor. It was her 1st class at the gym and she was completely non-objectionable. Only thing is the way she spoke and moved was not entirely unlike a Blue Peter presenter. She asked for feedback afterwards but I thought that that was not the kind of feedback she was after so muttered something vague about "great class". But it was pretty boring.

Anyway, BB is off all weekend in some urban Airsoft thing in Leeds so I am gymming a lot today. Climbing at lunchtime and then dance class. Then I shall make a big pot of beef porridge with mui choi, fry up a big pile of ikan bilis and peanuts, slice up lots of ginger and spring onions and eat that all weekend.

My boss called someone a dickhead yesterday because he wanted to know why we were calling him back for the nth time for interview when the position he was up for had been filled already. I think we should phone him and tell him not to bother coming in, as she has clearly already taken a dislike to him.

Labels: gym, work