Money slips through my fingers the way sand goes through a sieve. My ex-gym stuffed me with a £118 cancellation fee and stoked it up a little with a letter from a Debt Collection agency. Exercise from here on, (and as it has been for months, really) is Yoga, walk everywhere, and never use the lifts or escalators. Let the meatheads and gym rats sweat it out over the weights; I'm in the urban, low-carbon gym frame of mind now.