“Psst,” whispered the young man thrusting a leaflet into my hand as I strolled into my local leisure centre.  “Fancy a spot of belly dancing?”

For a moment I thought he was suggesting a night out at some seedy spot in Surrey (are there any?) but it transpired I was being enticed into gyrating my somewhat ample girth inside the gym itself, where a slice of Turkish delight is among the eclectic offerings now available on the fitness menu. Read more >>

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