Fifty kilos went onto his total in a year, and temper did all of the driving.
What ended it was not an injury. It was a bad autumn at work.

The anger was needed elsewhere, all of it, for eleven weeks,
and when he came to the bar there was nothing in the tank —
because it had never been the same tank as the training.

He had built a programme that ran on a fuel
that is not always in stock.

The Book of Beasts 24:2