One often hears stories of ageing footballers (yes I know cheeky @£%!&^*£) who no longer train between matches (famously the wonderful Eddie Gray). Instead they use the intervening period to recuperate. I am now like that after shouting sessions (training sessions for those new to this place). I did two such courses yesterday and then crawled around the M25, stop started up the the M1 before a swifter A1M and A19 return home.

My delivery curry (a chicken tikka karhi from highly recommended Cafe Spice of Middlesbrough) arrived at the exact moment I disembarked and I only just missed the start of the League of Gentlemen film on Film 4.

This morning I feel knackered and am already considering how soon I can begin the necessary programme of recuperation with my personal fitness adviser the lovely Stella. This does of course not come cheap.

Suggestions of other life renewing processes gratefully received.