Picture, if you will, dear reader, a young Vinnie Jones in an alley behind a pub taking a leak after a night of drinking with the lads. Such is the beginning of J.L. Morrow’s Muscling Through. A visual is provided if you need one. (Get your mind out of the gutter! Head shot only. And, no, not that kind of head! What did I say about the gutter? *Name Redacted*, I’m looking at you…) Larry, a university professor, has just had such an experience, and […]