One of the eejits on that new TV show about bringing happiness to Slough advises exercise. They all do,always. It.Doesn't.Work.
God, they were all soooo cringe-inspiring. I think the singalonga man was probably the worst, but the chirpy youngish one with the 'free flower' pitch was a real heartsinker too. Best bit was when the only taker for one of his plants turned out to be recently bereaved, and said she'd put it on her son's grave. Haw Haw Haw! That kinda took the wind out of his perky lil' sails...
I don't remember ever going to Slough, but it really does appear to be the most dreadful place.
I saw an interview with Clive Barker on the Horror Channel. Is he on steroids? I don't remember his voice being so Sylvester Stallone-croaky before. He looks like he works out a lot, but he's not an extreme 'sack of walnuts' case.