Today, I am blogging from The Fitness Blogger, but not before sharing a few snaps of my week

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Today I have the pleasure of redirecting you to my good friend The Fitness Blogger where I have written a guest piece.


I was more than glad to oblige when he asked me to drum something up for a new section he is adding to his blog.


The subject is blogging from a journalist's point of view - enjoy! The link is at the bottom.

Before you go though, I just want to share a few snaps of things which caught my eye over the past seven days -  My week in pictures.


This was the theme of the week – a typical day really in the world of Transport for London’s daily pursuit of ineptitude.






After a shocking week of delays and cancellations, they outdid themselves when the trains did eventually work. Expecting the trains to be clean and presentable? Dream on.








Urinals - I don’t use the things, far to intimate an experience to empty one’s bladder standing next to someone so high up in the company you wouldn’t dare speak to them under any other circumstances.
But if I did – I would not need to be told something so obvious as what this notice points out.
Apparently some people do – ever walked into the gents and come out needing to wring out the bottom of your trouser legs? Now you know why.








People send the most bizarre things into the Daily Express offices. Here is a giant ring donut courtesy of the Food Network UK, many thanks.







And in the same vain, the Daily Express newsroom was visited this week by two near-naked ladies doling out cans of beer.





Anyway, enough light-hearter frivolity, over to the Fitness Blogger:


Nathan Rao guest spot at The Fitness Blogger









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