Renewing the gym membership is a little victory

They took the debit card details over the phone. I’d successfully renewed a gym membership for the first time. It feels good. Any eejit can join a gym, but in the world of the dilettante the renewed man is king.

It reminds me of those countries which have been under dictatorship and then have their first elections. That bit’s easy. There’s the euphoria of the new, the promise of the future. There’s the UN observers telling you you’re a great fella altogether.

But what happens after his term is up and the former colonel-turned politician, who has discarded his medals-covered khaki in favour of a grey suit, has to keep his promise, trust the electorate and have the second elections.