Boys of Summer make my day

OVER the long, hard winter, Championship Man fell foul of an old enemy – the seasonal bout of melancholy. Down the years, he’s tried everything to bridge the gap. One November his wife suggested yoga, saying it’d take him out of himself.

He went a few nights, but found himself dozing off at the first breathing exercise, and eventually the instructor gently said his snoring was distracting the others and would he stay away until he got it right at home first.

He’s tried it all. 25, 45, 110. Texas Hold’em, Rings, Badmenten as he calls it himself, Darts, and even a bit of hill walking. An evening course in genealogy, but it taught him little he didn’t already know.