Reminds me of this song by David Crosby: http://www.yurope.com/people/sen/prezentacije/Hermor/Methamophorzis/mene/umalo.otsekoh.kosu.html Very seventies Dont know what got into me. Must be the fact my missus has developed an obsession with one of our local torture chambers - Esporta to be precise.So I took myself off there and joined for a week( complimentary membership) to see what the fuss was about. The surroundings were very nice and so were the staff which one would expect for a £ 600 + membership annually .The surrouindings consisted of a golf course which named itself " Touch of Class". I thought to myself any establishment that calls iteslf that is best avoided. One can imagine the kind of membership: "Residents from the private Willowhayne estate dont you know" The one with an access drive which is barriered with a sign saying "Private estate no through rd" Anyone who is not a resident will be considered a Chav and the dogs will be unleashed, I thought as I drove my rustmobile throught it. Anyway the gym has all the facilities one could possibly want: pool ,torture chamber, various classes mostly peopled by women indulging in peculiar physical contortions ,sauna, jacuzi, steam room, toe nail clipping services , the lot.The thing that nags me is the torture chamber which is by far the most popular section. I mean you have this huge room full of contraptions that make your body go faster or lift abnormally large weights and all the members seem to go at it hell for leather almost like they were trying to purge the sins of the day/weekend. "Had a good weekend? Now suffer" And they do it willingly?????????????????????. There is , of course , no conversation because you have to focus on pain. Thats what you are paying your £600 for.Geddit? Nevertheless one wag sidled up to me and asked " are you enjoying it?" "Errr tell you at the end of the week" was my reply, knowing that an honest answer would have drawn a disappproving response.Thing is I dont do excercise, apart from work the only effort I've expended is raising a glass of Malbec to my lips or a pint of London Pride, that and rolling a few "numbers" (but that was many years ago). There is, though, a streak of puratinism running through British society which embraces the concept of physical torture and austerity but I have yet to find myself to be a willing participant.Rather get bladdered!