Later: I went downstairs between 4-5, and did a somewhat shortened workout. The park was really full of chavdogs wanting to jump on me while their bawling owners just stood and watched. It got dark very quickly, of course, making me all the more frit of losing my balance when the stoopid animals did their Baskerville number on me, Speaking of their bawling owners. It was fucking cold down there, too. What pleasure could they get from swilling from tins of lager? Anyway, I've gone and went and done it. Go me.
