Island Life: There is no depression in the spa pool
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Ooh, that Frosty Boy.
I can - and often do - still sing the jingle. 'Frosty Boy, Frosty Boy, the things he brings are packed with joy!'
Oo-er, matron.
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All you need is one sign, block caps:
DON'T
FUCKI know a bloke who could print you up one of those lovely, for cheap.
Slight diversion: at one point, my gym partner won Mr Gay Wellington. I mentioned this to a couple of other friends who didn't know the bloke in question, and they were horrified that I went to the gym with, you know, one of them . "Aren't you worried about him ... looking at you?" they asked in a morbidly curious tone. "No," I replied, "I'm not his type."
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3410,
Something, something, start to tingle, when you hear his happy jingle.
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it was that building on the intersection of Crummer Rd and Ponsonby. The ASB trust building is on the other corner. It'll bug me now till I know.
Ah, it would be this one, which one of my Flickr pals thinks was called the Pink Palace.
That's the one, Robyn. Thanks!
The weird thing for me is that I can only ever think of that place as one of the only Greek restaurants to ever grace Auckland. I went there a number of times in the 90s and it didn't have any kind of spa pool. But I heard it became a (really bad, apparently) brothel.
It was there way before that, Ben. We went in the early 80's.
And I'm off to Les Mills in town on Saturday morn to look around and see if I like it enough to join. Do I need to take some protection? Nah, I have the best weapon available to women. A fat 44 year old body that naked, could scatter a very large room of tough bodybuilder types. -
@3410
Your tastebuds will start to tingle when you hear his happy jingle
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I was astonished to look up and see a certain National Party MP scoping my junk
Maybe he was looking at the size of your.... hands.
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Clearly, rather than sex-segregated changing rooms, what we need is Fucking and Non-Fucking.
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Jackie, all mocking aside, the facilities and the equipment are bloody good. I find the crowd that comes before breakfast is a bit sharp-elbowed but for the rest of the day, the people you encounter are pretty friendly. As for the bitchiness mentioned up-thread, I'm not able to report on conditions inside the women's changing rooms, but I do see some some expressions on some taut faces that would suggest it's not all lovely.
I don't do classes, but a lot of people seem to get plenty from them.
It would be good to see you there.
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Clearly, rather than sex-segregated changing rooms, what we need is Fucking and Non-Fucking.
Maybe I'm a hopeless romantic, but there's something about a gym changing room that doesn't really turn me on. Perhaps it's the chances of catching athletes foot in the wrong places.
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Just stay away from the Ayn Rand gym. They have a strict "philosophers will be escorted off the premises" policy.
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I just want to point out, as a semi-regular gym rat, that when I see a person of more than usual corpulence, I think "good for you" and try to send positive vibrations.
In my experience most people in gyms are less than fit-looking. That's why they're there. The only gym I've been to where that wasn't true was the Club Physical on K Road; otherwise the middleaged and wobbly predominate in the weights room.
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it's the chances of catching athletes foot in the wrong places.
That's a rather recherche preference.
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Perhaps it's the chances of catching athletes foot in the wrong places.
Don't stand so close to them when they're in full flight!
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Bugger! I sat here for a good 5 minutes trying to think of an appropriate (or inappropriate) joke and Andrew beat me to it.
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the facilities and the equipment are bloody good.
Yes, back in the day, they had a workshop that made their own equipment.Not sure about now but.I even played a role in that for a while with making the ankle and wrist weights, which people took to taking home.I am now wondering,just why were they so popular?
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Andrew beat me to it.
Well I liked the hands one. Not that I could possibly comment.
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Well I liked the hands one.
Thank you, thank you, I'm on again at 9, try the veal etc
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Well I liked the hands one. Not that I could possibly comment.
There see STuart? It pays to share the opportunities :)
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Just stay away from the Ayn Rand gym. They have a strict "philosophers will be escorted off the premises" policy.
Perhaps a sign saying "NO PO MO" then.
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I just want to point out, as a semi-regular gym rat, that when I see a person of more than usual corpulence, I think "good for you" and try to send positive vibrations.
I'm sure I speak on behalf of all fatties when I say how kind, Andrew, of you to bestow your slender blessings.
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Perhaps a sign saying "NO PO MO" then.
Now THAT's a gym I'd sign up for.
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It wasn't Andrew, it was me who should cop your wrath, Jackie. I'm sorry, I can't think of a less patronising way to express that sentiment, which in hindsight should have been a warning sign. It was well-meant, anyway.
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Any slender blessings I have would stem from delusion!
Let's just call everyone ANdrew from now on.
:)
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I was in a gym once actually (visiting the old schoolfriend who owned it). He got me on the device that looked like a bike, kind of, and set me off.
Afterwards he very grudgingly admitted I was quite fit for my age - the stress very much on the "for my age".
I'd just returned from a big cycle trip actually, if he'd caught me a month before he really could have gloated.
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It was well-meant, anyway.
It's certainly better than the usual free-form hostility.
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