Jago woke to the gentle trill of the computers alarm call, yawned without opening his eyes and imagine himself leaping out of his cot, stretching and heading for the shower.

Jago woke to the more instant trill of the computers alarm call, yawned without opening his eyes and, pushing aside the cosy, warm, cosy bedding, reluctantly dragged himself up to sit on the edge of the cot. With another very long yawn, and a half hearted attempt at a stretch, his eyes opened with a stutter, blinked a few times and settled on the pale, flabby figure that stared back from the full length mirror across the room.

He used to have the look, but it seemed that somewhere along the forty-two year journey to here and now, someone had stolen his beautiful body and left him with this one.

He knew of course that his six pack stomach had been obliged to convert to a keg, simply to accommodate the amount of beer he put in it, he knew that if he'd ever actually done any of the exercises he'd intended to over the passed twenty years, he'd have a bit of muscle tone to boast about and he knew full well that the it was because there was always something else to do instead of spending twenty minuets on the tread mill, that he got out of breath on a flight of stairs.

There were good points though, Lisa used to call him cuddly, he had good skin, even if it hadn’t see a sun in decades and his hair remained dark and wavy, though the tide was going out a bit.

'OK, some press ups', Jago stood, stretched, grabbed his robe and headed for the shower, 'tomorrow, defiantly start some serious exercising tomorrow.'