‘I did a bit of window cleaning when I was 19 and I hated it. Who knows...? Perhaps I had improved and acquired a taste for it in the quarter century that had since elapsed but I was sceptical.’this will keep you going through lockdown.
Did he actually write 'my astonishing fistic potential'?Wandering around Stroud, more interested in beer than bag work, I would bump into old mates from the gym, like Gaz, Geordie or Tony Marlowe himself. They would seem vaguely perturbed by my black clothes, long coat, bracelets and cowboy boots. They would remind me of my astonishing fistic potential and urge me to get back in the gym and cut all of this nonsense out before it was 'too late.' I nodded politely and made the right noises but basically took no notice.