While I despise exercise in all its hateful forms, the realisation has dawned that unless I want an arse the size of a small country I must drag myself to the gym every once in a while. When I do, Kelis's boyfriend- bating anthem, Caught Out There (I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW), is always on my iPod.

The regulars flinch when I join in the chorus, but it makes me chuckle when they think my bile is directed at them, rather than the blasted treadmill.

Daniella James, Skipton

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