Going for Gold at Gold’s Gym

Ruddy typical. When I left work to go to the gym this afternoon it was a glorious summer’s day. There I was getting sundrenched, lapping it all up while swishing round on my bicyclette. Well, drenched in sweat apart from anything else.

Next thing, a couple of hours later after getting even sweatier with the iron, I emerged to find a tropical storm…full-on rain, lashing it down like nobody’s business, coupled with thunder rumbles and pitchfork lightning for dramatique effect.

What’s with these ridiculous French-isms today?

S’cuse my French, but bloody hell! What great timing just when His Royal Highness wants to go home on his bike.

Picture this poor little one getting, er, raindrenched. New trousers n’all. My French is gonna get even more rolling if I’m not careful.

But it was all worth it. I’m a bona fide Gold’s Gym-aholic. They’ve just opened a brand new branch in Fukushima, although oddly enough they’re insistant on calling it the Naka-no-shima branch…even though it so isn’t. That’s just like calling Juso an offshoot of Umeda or something. 

Where was I?

Oh yes, Gold’s in Fukushima, oops, I mean Naka-no-shima. That place is such a めっちゃおすすめ, it has my full endorsement. State-a-la-carte equipment (French editor on holiday in the Dordogne), magnificent decor (doesn’t that work in both languages?), and a jet-pool jacuzzi (now you’re talking my laaanguage, son).

Aaand!

It’s in a dead posh area, it’s like being in west London or summut. Not that I’m a Northerner or nowt. Yeah, there’s this deluxe supermarket a couple of floors down in the same building. It entices me in just because I feel glam to do so, and has nothing to do with the wares that they peddle inthere. No, I don’t need any muscat-flavoured tea or baby organic bananas, so why do I get sucked in?

Suckerrrr!

Oh yes, finally before I go…

While at the gym today they played this song, which I’d forgotten all about.

(Which, incidentally, has one of the filthiest choruses I’ve ever heard. Pushing obsene, I’m such a prude.)

Now compare her voice to this song.

すごい似てるじゃないですか？！

That’s hilarious. Fantastique! Seperated at birth!

Right, I’m off to the Dordogne.

Just kidding.