My New Mate at the Gym

I have blogged about my new mucker at the gym. His name is Ian, ex RAF and he re-trained as a maths teacher in Bristol after his service years. Every morning we are in the gym any time between 7 and 8pm. We go into the Easy=Line Gym and basically we are in there on our own. All the other psychos are on the cross-trainers or pumping iron while Ian and I work the Easy=line machines. He does the step therapy holding weights in his hands and I do ab-crunching stuff on the mats or spin-bike or leg work. I might have mentioned before that we both crack jokes; but I treat him as my therapist and ask his advice on all sorts of issues. The moustache, by the way, isn't real. He did a murder/mystery evening where he was the murderer and the photo was from that evening. We really enjoy one another's company. We have discussed, analysed and cross-analysed the culture of the Western/ Cowboy TV and Cinema at considerable length.I never imagined that I could do that. Both of us can recite passages, episodes, jokes, quotes from the Goons, Hancock, Les Dawson, Abbot and Costello, Dave Allen, Woody Allen, Tommy Cooper, Fawlty Towers, etc etc etc and it's amazing how he will say something which triggers a comic memory of mine and then vice versa. Most of the jokes are pretty rude. So I will spare you from them here.