Brains, Balls & Politics

I. AM. LAZY.  Not in the sense that I spend each day draped across the sofa, soaking up the dross that is daytime TV like an upturned turtle, or that I can't summon the energy to get out of bed before midday.  But in the sense that exercise has always had little to no appeal to me, none in the slightest.  Something of a paradox, given my somewhat unhealthy addiction to football and cricket. For years the hordes have queued up to tell me how much of a release commitment to a personal training regime, or a good five kilometer run is for one's state of mind.  Indeed even those high profile public figures whom I revere the most, as a result of their commitment to mental health campaigning (such as Alastair Campbell and Professor Green), appear to wax-lyrical about the benefits exercise has for the mind.  In fact, when I first confessed to my being a depressive back in 2018, exercise was one of the first constructive suggestions my significant other had made.  "Nah, not for me&