Haven't been on a squash court for over 5 years (not since the major op in Dec. 2002). In fact, hadn't played much since 1999, when I was elected to the National Assembly. At risk of stimulating an ear-shattering, collective snort of derision, I just didn't have time. Mid and West Wales was such a huge constituency. Anyway, last night, I performed the official opening of the impressive new fitness centre at the Armoury in Welshpool. Really enjoyable evening. I was very pleased to be asked. Only downside might be the photograph. I never entirely trust Phill Blagg, the County Times photographer, not to give rein to his 'sense of fun'. Its me sitting on a complex piece of fitness equipment, wearing a suit and tie, surrounded by most of Welsh[pool Town Council, who run the Armoury Centre. Hope I don't look too ridiculous.
Anyway, the Armoury Squash Courts are next door and I took in 10 minutes of the action. Eyes misted over as I remembered the good times. I started playing squash when my battered body would take regular rugby no more. Its a brilliant game and I played for Shrewsbury, around the courts of the West Midlands for over 20 years - and then the cancer finally stopped it. Lying in bed last night, I thought "Surely, if I took it gently, focusing on T domination and placement rather than the attritional retrieval style of old, I'd be able to avoid pulling any muscles - especially the heart muscle! After all, it was the same 'boys' playing last night as 25 years ago. Its no good. The wistfulness and longing is too strong. I'm going to book a court today.