Bill Nighy

And I sent it to my sister and she nearly fell off the phone.

She was like, oh my God, because I didn't put anything under it.

She thought her father had come back to life or something.

And I sent it to my brother and they were both like, oh my God, you know.

Anyway, the trainer tells me what to do.

My exemplary trainer, Matt Bamford, reaching out for sponsorship, no chance from Matt.

He is an exemplary trainer.

And the reason that I stayed, you know, people have given me free membership to, you know, posh gyms where a smoothie costs you 14 quid.

The last time I did that, a young man inducted me and the next day I couldn't get out of bed and I sent him a bunch of flowers and I said, I'm sorry, but this is not for me.

I have to go to work.

I can't walk.

And then the only time it's ever made any sense to me is when I met Matt because he doesn't kill me because he's the real thing and there's no shouting or anything and there's a total absence of machismo, which is essential because I can't be around that stuff.

He just tells me what to do.

You know, I don't know what you call it.

I do a bit on the floor.

I do push-ups.

I do a plank now and again.

I do squats.

Pardon the expression.

I do pulling stuff and I go on a treadmill for a while.