It’s all about the girth (apparently)

At the risk of inducing titters in the audience, last night I was discussing pole width with Jane and Louise, the lovely pole fitness instructor ladies. Apparently, it’s not about the size of your pole, it’s all about the girth. Poles in clubs are wider, which makes them easier for sitting on, but not quite …

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A very posh fish-finger sandwich

Had a productive weekend, as is often the case whenever I write a To Do List. I invariably end up adding more things to the bottom of it than I actually manage to tick off, so these lists are often more trouble than they’re worth – but I felt better for it this weekend, anyway! …

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In which I nearly start pole dancing…

Those of you poor souls who know me in real life will know that I don’t have the physique normally associated with a pole dancer. In fact, I am a bit of a heifer. (In many ways I am happy with that. I must be, or else I’d stop eating so much, wouldn’t I? That’s …

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