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Originally Posted by spaz

How the fuck would you know Sicknote?

They put me on biff PT to go on the "Exercise Bike". I got told off for taking my book in with me (yeah, because I want to watch fat sweaty blokes looking at themselves in the mirrors), and then I told the physio to piss off because I was actually losing more weight.

So I went back to the mess and ate 4 bags of Maltesers. I felt better after that.

Originally Posted by moggly:4465844

as an ex PTI the only music that should be played in the gym is high voltage rock/heavy metal music or real heavy dance stuff-all that pretend gansta shite should be banned/binned/stopped from every speaker in the WORLD

Haha - too right m8

My gym is located within a sports college around the corner from my gaff. I know one of the lads that works there and he's just as much of a cunt as me.

He has a very amusing habit of changing the music depending on who's in there. If the pretty boys are leaning on all the equipment and chatting away you'll notice that Gay Bar by Electric Six will suddenly come on and if there's fit women on the weights Benny Bannasi's Satisfaction goes on.

System of a Down, Probot, Prodigy, Drowning Pool and DJ Fresh keep me going at the gym.

Relish it. The staff at my old gym used to sit there hungover on a Sunday morning playing Coldplay.

...there's nothing like a bit of Coldplay to REALLY rev you up for a session. Not.

Nah, start wearing a vest with a woolly hat, get a just-like-everyone-else-but-different sleeve tattoo (something Celtic/Oriental, natch), start calling everyone 'Bruv', and have conversations about how many carbs you've eaten this week/which snake-oil supplement you've discovered on the Web.

In other words, fit in. You won't look any more ridiculous than the monkeys I've just described.

[For the record, I'm still keepin' it real: white road slappers, green socks, Stanley Matthews shorts and red v-neck... styler!]

Years ago, I was at a Damned gig at Dudley JBs. There is a kickboxing gym upstairs and I took a look in. They were playing faggot music. How you are supposed to work up any aggression to that I will never know. They needed at bit of Pantera to inspire them.

RATM, RHCP, Evanescence, Cypress Hill, Garbage, Massive Attack, Prodge, Rammstein over an iPod keeps all this plastic gangster stuff at bay. Just practice your sneer as you go onto the cardio stuff and monster out a 25 minute 5km whilst the creatine-laden gym queens pump their way to angina and hernias. The cunts.

Always found the sountrack to The Matrix was just what I needed in the gym.

Brapp the cunts!