Gym again today. Devil Girl said 'Happee New Year!'.Squeal. I got nabbed on the way out by the guy on the desk, a Mr Motivator clone with a frelling headband, who asked if I'd enjoyed my workout. I should have just said yes and fled, but mumbled that I never enjoyed it, but was happy 'cos it was over. He was right in there... 'Maybe you're not doing the right routine...' obviously trying to get me on board for a few £25 individual training sessions. It took me about five minutes to escape. I must admit, though, I'd rather like to learn more about weight training, as I actually do almost enjoy that bit. If I had an income, I might succumb to the PT thing for a couple of sessions, as there are several torture machines upstairs I don't use simply because I can't figure out what you're supposed to do with them.
I thought that SWEEENY TODD gorefest on TV last night was pretty good. Ray Winstone is the dog's. He played it very still and soft-spoken, except for the odd bloodfrenzy moments, and was dead scary.