Dear fellow rioters –
Having achieved a certain age and degree of blobbiness, I decide that some sort of gym work would be a good idea.
To this end I went to a certain northside gym, where I thought I’d start with a dumbed-down, westernised, yoga class.
However, while waiting for the class to start, the piped doof-doof “music” in the hall had already started to give me a headache, and then while the instructor ducked out to change shirts, the music in the room was cranked up some more – unbearably so. It made me quite cross, in my irritable-old-man way. I had to leave.
Are there gyms out there that are quiet and not too dear?