My last post here alluded to the possibility that this Bio Strath stuff was perhaps improving my recovery time when burning the candle at both ends. I’m pretty sure I still feel the same way, with perhaps the ultimate test now behind me.

Last week I worked almost 55 hours in four days in order to cover my work up until Thursday evening. Then I turned up my tunes, turned off my laptop and prepared to hit Butlins in Minehead with all I could muster.

The individual responsible for booking the Manchester coach to Somerset, unknown to me and my associates when we first contacted them for seats on the vehicle, seemed overly eager to make the most of things, so by 7.30am on Friday morning we were cruising out of Central Mancunia half asleep, while he cracked on with my friend’s Jagermeister. Amusingly, when we left Camp Rave on Monday it was this very same early riser that kept us all waiting some 45 minutes to set off home.

Anyway, BLOC Weekend, as it’s known, consisted of untold hours worth of dancing in various obscure locations (Jumpin’ Jacks, the `family pub’, a bowling alley) to varying degrees of pounding rhythms- from brutal techno to rude-boy Funky. We stayed in a chalet, grabbed an horrific amount of sleep (some three hours in four days) and abused our bodies with flat beer in plastic cups.

On Tuesday I dragged myself out of bed after allowing some serious sleep back into my brain, and finished up my copy from the weekend – harder than it sounds I assure you of that. It’s undeniable that I was feeling the strain, but I turned my work in on time, and gave myself a pat on the back before going out to play five-a-side. Another impressive feat in my eyes.

By Wednesday I was pretty much back to being right as rain, and wondering how I managed to get away with it all quite so easily? Was it my shocking ability to cope with endurance test weekends such as this, or these little tablets I’ve been taking? I know where my bet lies, after all, I’ve been living with me for quite some time now.