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I have a small drum in my left ear. Every time I take a step, or bite down on my dinner it beats a slack dfff dfff dfff. That’s what comes of cheating and swimming behind Kevin’s back, I suppose. It’s karma paying me back, but I’m still blaming him for so effectively growing a six-pack in just three months, which in itself is a truly obscene thing to do.

So, I had no choice really, did I, and I feel a gloating text message coming on pointing out that I managed in 25 minutes of lonesome swimming to do what we were rather proud of achieving together in 46 minutes when we progressed from the self-appointed tadpole club to the fully-fledged minnow swimmers.

Less talking + faster swimming = more time in the steam room.

I am still unsure about my new ‘official’ pic. They laid out my column today with the new picture on the top. It’s smart, but I think I look quite tired. Admittedly it was just after a train journey from hell, but it looks more like I’ve been out all night and not slept. I think I may even have a couple of bags under my eyes.

Hmmm…

Anyhow, it’s done now. It’s on the page and it goes off to be printed tomorrow, so by the end of the week there will be 250,002 Nik eye bags floating around the country (the last 002 being the real ones).

In fairness, Kathryn and I did spend half an hour going through all the pics from last week’s session to pick out the best one and I’m pretty sure we have done, but we both agreed that the Smash Hits-esque one we’ve been using for the last two years was better.

Oh, the insecurity of it all.

I need some early nights.

And a nip-and-tuck.

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