A strange condition seems to have beset itself upon my colleagues and I. Recently, many of us have taken up new pastimes, or, returned to one we had taken a rest from. I have returned to golf, others have taken up cycling, climbing etc. Needless to say, we have all spent an inordinate amount of money on shite that we don't need. I myself have just spent the best part of 400 quid on golfing attire, despite the fact that I am fucking shit and am lucky to break 100. However, I feel much better looking mustard whilst lying about my score to the hot golf slags in the clubhouse. I would have spent more but my clubs are a grand and I can't be fucked to store two sets. My fat mate has bought a 3 grand road bike (yes a pedal one)that he has taken out once in 2 months, another clown you can only be described as disgracefully unfit has taken up triathlon and spent grands on that. Whilst a friend who I introduced to cricket yesterday purchased a Â£250 cricket bat despite being perhaps the worst cricketer I have ever seen since I stood my missus in front of a bowling machine for a laugh and turned it up to 90 mph. All the kit, what a tit. All the gear no idea etc. Does anyone else spunk wads of cash up the wall despite being about as good at your chosen occupation as a blind quadraplegic with narcolepsy who has been set on fire and put out with a combine harvester?