Glancing at the fake- tanned Adonis-like muscleman standing in front of me nibbling on a rice cake, I couldn’t resist saying ‘you’ve missed a bit’ as I served him his glass of water from behind the bar at Fareham’s Ferneham Hall.
I tried hard not to cast my eyes downwards at this semi-naked bodybuilder wearing only a minuscule sequin-encrusted posing pouch.
What a torture of a work shift.
It was quite something to see the theatre packed with musclemen and women for a bodybuilding contest.
As they came off stage, sweating under the hot lights, their tans began melting into a puddle.
It reminded me somewhat of a scene from that Christmas classic The Snowman.
I do love my job!