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  • Never on a Sunday..

    Monday, October 12th, 2009By annaCopywriting, performance, time off, weather3 Comments

    If God was still alive he’d have done a Reggie Perrin yesterday, such was the mayhem of Brighton seafront. I challenge anyone to enjoy a game of volleyball when, a. Concorde 2 is playing host to a thrash metal screamathon involving bats, babies and quite possibly lesbian vampires, b. there’s a hairy bikers’ convention in full throttle, and, c. said hairy bikers’ are all experiencing a simultaneous mid life crisis and think they’re Dennis Hopper, giving the world the finger from the comfort of their own low-arsed,  ‘sit up and beg’ motorbike that looks more like a commercial lawn mower. All that, and there was a force 10 gale and intermittent showers causing our ball to go anywhere but inside the court. This meant, every now and again, one of our ultra clean and perfectly manicured Men’s Health readers had to go and retrieve the ball from amidst the melee of greasy ponytails and bandanas, thereby risking being weed on in an act of ritual humiliation. Phew, what a day.

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  • Game on..

    Monday, June 8th, 2009By annahealth, keep fit, Life, women's things3 Comments

    I am turning into a tampon advert; I have unleashed my ponytail, put on a pair of tight shorts and am playing volleyball, tennis and netball and riding a bike while tossing my hair and laughing hysterically. I am the Goddess of Multitasking. The injuries are coming fast and furious. Last week, during a vicious netball match, I ripped both knees asunder while hurling myself at my opponent’s ankles and yesterday I suffered a groin strain and got me a mouth full of sand while showing off playing beach volleyball. I think someone better get the Ralgex, there’s a mid-life crisis on the horizon.    

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