It’s my Sons 13th today, and he has asked us for a gym, with weights and punchbags and the like. So we racked our brains and after much deliberation decided to convert the torture chamber where we would entertain local loudmouths, into a place for sweaty reflection and ultimately self doubt and disappointment. We treated the floor, first with brick acid to destroy any incriminating evidence and secondly with a mixture of pea and water to seal the concrete and mitigate the dust inhalation for the future. 

Watch this space for further updates: From Torture to Six pack in 3 months…