All-in-one for all

All-in-one for all

There’s no excuse for it, really. Up and down the country, grown men and women are flaunting themselves in outfits that quite frankly ought to have a warning attached to them. Skintight, unforgiving, impossible to put on and take off without double joints and a...
Topping up

Topping up

Did you pop any pills this morning? I did. Despite an ultra-healthy breakfast of plums fresh from a friend’s tree plus organic porridge and milk, I still felt the need to down all of these: They’re fairly run of the mill – a multi-vit and mineral,...
0 to 60 in three years

0 to 60 in three years

Anyone who knew me in my youth might be a bit surprised to see me now. For most of my twenties and thirties I hugged the sofa like a drowning man clings to a life belt and loudly maintained that exercise was bad for you. Indeed, for someone like me who was recovering...

I. Am. Not. A. Cox.

“You don’t look much like a rower”, said a friend, helpfully, on learning that my new sport – and burning passion du jour – was rowing. “I thought you were a cox”, said another. It’s true, I confess, that I don’t...