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Manchester based original indie band Random White:
https://www.facebook.com/RandomWhite
https://twitter.com/randomwhite1
Manchester based original indie band Random White:
https://www.facebook.com/RandomWhite
https://twitter.com/randomwhite1
On the exercise front - I've changed things around a bit. I got the Lean in 15 book a few weeks ago ( I think the diet site of the book is garbage if you have a substantial amount of weight to lose but that's not the point here) and fancied a go at the HIIT workouts as I've been through P90 so often that it's got boring.
I alternate between a cardio routine and a resistance routine and the cardio workout is tough. It's getting easier now but I'm still wiped out by the end of it.
The good news is I can tell its getting lighter in the mornings now. It's still a good few weeks off but it should soon be light enough to go running before work (pot holes and no street lights make running in the dark a dangerous game!).
Funnily enough, I've had the same. My mum's got pneumonia, and I reckon I've caught it off her.
Had a telephone consultation with this month's model of GP that I've yet to meet, during which he diagnosed a chest infection of some description. As it was the first time I've had any contact with him, he was obviously trying to make an impression by telling me some of my past medical history, at least that's what I thought he was saying, because it sounded to me like he'd just got off a boat from China, and I was struggling to understand what the fuck he was rabbiting on about.
Anyway, I finally managed to glean that there would be a prescription form for anti-biotics waiting for me to pick up at the surgery, and I could have it dispensed at the internal pharmacy there.
Knowing how utterly incompentent they are, I decided to phone up to confirm that said prescription was actually in existence. Following the usual battle with the automated telephone system during which I was informed that if I wanted to know anything about my prescription, I'd better call between 9 and 12. As it was 4pm, the recorded voice then assumed that was the end of the matter, and simply hung up. I called back, using the stealth tactic of wanting to speak to an actual person, and finally succeeded in pressing the correct combination of buttons to speak to a human being.
'Your prescription is here', growled the miserable old Scottish hag, so I told her I'd be be straight round to pick it up. I get to the desk, ask her where it is, and guess what? She can't find it, despite a thorough search of her desk area. She then looks at her PC screen and tells me the pharmacy has it.
So off I went to the pharmacy, who denied all knowledge of having it. I went back to reception to confront the hag, who took off in a huff, saying she was having to go upstairs. She was clearly on her way up to the office to give some poor fucker a good tongue-lashing.
5 minutes later, she reappears, sits back down, checks her PC screen again, and tells me the prescription is definitely now in the pharmacy, so off I went again. It took another 10 minutes persuading the pharmacy that it was definitely there before they finally found it.
And the astonishing thing about all this cobblers? It was the first time I've been in there when the fucking place was empty of patients, eastern euros included, so they had no fucking excuse whatsoever.
Twats.
Manchester based original indie band Random White:
https://www.facebook.com/RandomWhite
https://twitter.com/randomwhite1