I'm 33 now and I seem to have hit a fitness plane. Shifting the wobbly bits isn't as easy as it used to be.
I would absolutely love to go back to the simplicity of the '80s where there...
My Daddy liked physical fitness and wanted me to be a prizefighter.
Who is more to be pitied a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?
