I took off for my morning power walk after getting the above off my chest. I channelled my aggression, pounded the turf, punched the air, listened to Mozart (who says you can't power walk to 3/4 time) and I wondered if I'd gone a bit too far. If you're Simon Sweetman and you're reading this, please refer to my buddy, Bender above. Anyone else, I am sorry if I offended you.
I'm thinking of making SS an offer: If he gets me to NZ, I will get him into shape for free, potentially saving his life. Speaking as a fitness pro, he is an early death waiting to happen. Do I care? Not really, but there's a catch: He has to agree never to write anything about either of the Finn brothers ever again, good or bad. He is to publicly admit that he is not worthy to speak either of their names and to apologise to Neil, Tim and all the fans for any offence he might have caused.
I can dream, can't I?