SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS REPORT We were seneraded with a frankly haunting rendition of this last night by some of our Goodgymmers. So I'm sharing the earworm with you as you read

11 Goodgymmers were all dressed up and with somewhere to go as they ran to lend a hand at the Traid shop in Wood Green.

Live Traid

We love going to Traid. This is a task that we've now got down to a T and last night was no exception.

We arranged to arrive at Traid earlier than usual to make sure we were as helpful as possible and that we did.

We wasted no time starting packing the old range of clothes away - not without a little jacket fitting here, and skimpy dress fitting there. The good folk at Traid didn't expect so many willing volunteers to turn up and seemed delighted at the speed at which we worked, if a little bemused about the behaviour of our tribe.

You see, Sarah was wearing a military-style jacket and started saluting the length and breath of this wonderful Wood Green establishment, all the while some Goodgymmers were singing their hearts out and - it says here - "throwing shapes." Gramps was setting a good example by trying a very revealing little outfit, and there was loud strategising about an online war with a rival Goodgym crew.

So you can understand why the Traid folk were a little taken aback.

All the same, our most sensible goodgymmer, Rosa (who happens to be Gramps's mother) shamed us into a semblance of good behaviour and it was early doors for us.

All's well that ends well, I suppose.

Join us next week for more shenanigans.