So I've been Wii-ing like crazy. Love it. Fantastic.

So a couple of days ago I pulled myself together for an abdominal challenge (I was calculating he would want me to do 70 reps) with Mr. Trainer. I took a deep breath, pressed A... and there he appeared, sweat-free as usual, with his little pony tail (why Wii creators, why that tail?). An what does the bastard tell me? Come back some other time, I'm not feeling well.

I was so shocked. How's the guy meant to give me teenage-Britney's-six-pack with this attitude?

The guy's a bitch.

And yesterday i tried again to challenge him, and he confessed... he had been secretly training! he only gave up after 100 reps... He should take himself less seriously.