Fat Lad had a little twinge in his hamstring during Friday's session and as a precaution he wanted to wear a compression bandage to support the affected area tonight. It was me however who had to go buy it for him and it cost a couple of quid. He said he pay for it after the session and when his wife turned up, he obviously prised open her pursestrings and waved the £2 in my direction.
When my hamstring was twinging with cramp the cheeky sod offered to cut the bandage in half and sell me half back for a £1. I can't print what I called him!!!
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