Friday, January 06, 2006

Who ate all the pies, christmas pudding, turkey, sausages...?

It seems the excesses of the Christmas break have taken their toll on the physiques of some the men’s squad and there have been numerous complaints of enlarged bellies, sore heads and weakened muscles. I’m sure Coach’s strict new policy of a three line whip for attendance at weights sessions will turn you back into finely tuned racing machines!

However, one development that is particularly troubling is the appearance of a condition normally familiar to those who visit the local Mecca Bingo on Friday nights: the Bingo Wing.
For those of you who have not encountered this unfortunate affliction, Bingo Wings are the flabby flapping underarms usually associated with old ladies who play bingo. They flap around when said old dear gets a full house and leaps up waving her ticket manically. If you have a strong stomach you can find an example here.
For those who suffer from this unsightly condition may I suggest either you purchase a pair of garters and place them on your forearms to keep all that flesh under control or a strict regime of tricep dips morning, noon and night!

Good luck to all those who will be struggling to squeeze into your rowing kit tomorrow morning. Thank goodness I’m not a cox as it’s not going to be a pretty sight!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Mr Crofts is not known as 'House' for nothing!