Gymtastic

I made my first trip to the gym this morning, at the shocking time of 7.30am. It was alright actually. It was very quiet, as most sane people were still in bed, and I spent a profitable 45 minutes trying out a few of the different machines.

My hope is that going to the gym will actually succeed in developing a bit of muscle on me; so far my "trying to do some press ups at home" regime has had little noticeable effect. Being too lazy to remember to do them every day probably doesn't help much.

The weights machines were a bit scary though. I wasn't really sure how to use most of them, even after asking the man, so I stuck to the ones that looked most straight forward and least likely to snap back and sever my head. When I sat down on most of them I thought "oh right, I'll try the second or third weight after the lightest, the lightest one is probably for girls". But no, apparently the lightest weight is for girls AND me, so I will have to make do with that for the moment. I'm sure after a couple more visits I'll be up near the top somewhere and benchpressing small cars and things.

So, buff hunky physique here I come! Watch this space for updates/relapse into chocolate eating and doing no exercise.

Intriguing...

After a week of fairly boring activity in the seminar room, and a distinct lack of hot male medical students, they have today decided they need to put the blinds down for the afternoon seminar.

Now, given they didn't bother with the blinds while examining an old man in only his vest or during their nudey-boy-standing-around physiotherapy lesson, what exactly can they be doing that tops that and requires the blind?? I feel sure it must involve a latex glove...

Conveniently however, they have left a letter-box sized gap at the bottom of the blind so I can observe a few centimetres of activity. Now where did I put those opera glasses?

Torchwood is just the gayest thing

I haven't really watched Torchwood before, but we were channel-hopping last night and found that Spike from Buffy was in it. I've always found him rather hot, so we carried on watching, and within five minutes John Barrowman was snogging the face off him! Where did that come from?? I know John Barrowman is gay, but when did they make whatever his character is called (Captain Jack Hackett or something) a homo too?

Apparently he and Spike had spent five years together in a time loop where they basically just knobbed each other senseless.

And then a short while later in the programme, Captain Jack was making a pass at this office type man.

I'm going to take a wild guess here and assume Russell T Davies writes Torchwood. All he seems to do is write scenes he'd love to toss himself off to and then make actors act them out! Shocking, but I'm not complaining as it was nice to see Spike in some man-on-man action.

Fantastic!

They have made a student boy take his top off in the seminar room opposite today! And now a consultanty-looking man has laid him on a bed and is moving his legs around in a vaguely sexual physiotherapy kind of way. There is also a rather cute, slightly bored looking boy who is watching them and trying to stifle yawns behind his hand.

Topless boy has got quite a nice chest actually, although my view is now obscured by him laying on a bed. He'll have to stand up sometime...

And to think I grumbled to myself about not having an exterior window when I started this job!

Update: Actually he had a really good chest when he stood up, but was a bit of a butter face. I'm not complaining though...

Second update: And now they've made another one take his top off! The first one has gone away now. Are they just having a topless student fashion parade or something? This one is less of a butter face but is less muscled. And they're making him stand there for AGES! Hahaha, I'm having such a fun afternoon.

The students are back...

... so I now have something to look at in the seminar room opposite, hooray! So what are they up to today... Apparently wearing shocking pink tops and being taught by a woman who looks like Silent Witness lady. There is a boy who looks quite cute from the back, but I make a point of never judging people by the back of their head, it's far too dangerous a game to play.

Spice Up Your Life

I saw the Spice Girls at the O2 last night and they were AMAZING. They sang all their best songs, and performed for much longer than I was expecting, about an hour and three quarters I think. Once I had got over the initial vertigo of the O2 arena I had a thoroughly good time.

I have decided my favourite is still Baby Spice for being the cutest, but I also quite like Posh just for her sheer pointlessness. She hardly sang, and instead of doing a solo number like the other four (because she clearly can't sing unsupported), she just strutted up and down in a dress and flapped it around a bit. Does she not realise quite how pointless that makes her look?? Her oblivious state of mind is truly awesome...

Thanks to our generous benefactors who made going to a concert that is way out of our price league possible, *mwah*. Oh, and for bringing cheerios to snack on, that was nice too.

New Year's badness

I spent midnight on New Year's Eve on my own, with my head in the toilet, spewing my guts up and practically crying because I was so drunk. Not my finest hour, or my finest New Year's Eve I have to say.

New Year's Resolution: to remember that 2 cocktails, 2 glasses of champagne, a shot of Dooley's, 4 vodka and cokes, and 3 large shots of Tuaca is TOO FUCKING MUCH YOU IDIOT.

I'm not going to say "I'm giving up drinking", because I think that would be naive and will clearly never happen. However I must MUST have more self-control in future. It's only now, 30 hours after my last drink, that I'm feeling normal again. New Year's Day was a complete write-off.

On the brighter side, I'm going to see the Spice Girls in concert tomorrow at the O2, woo! Someone pass me a drink.