Death! It’s not my favourite word, especially when I’m trying to write something to make you pick up this issue, then some weights and then maybe someone you like, for the sheer joy of it. And yet, it keeps coming back to me...
It isn’t a nice feeling, being compared to a younger man. It’s a bit like wearing a nifty new suit, walking up on stage and making what you believe was an interesting presentation that people seemingly enjoyed.
Stitching together a health and fitness supplement, in paper far more than pills, is, if you’d allow the blasphemous simile, a bit like biting into a big gooey mud-pie… impossible to get a mouthful without dropping some onto your shirt or into life as the case may be.