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🛠️ Gearhead’s Garage Tour (Image Drop) ⚙️

“From busted knuckles to keyboard clicks – here’s where all my paychecks go.”

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📸 Group Shot – The Line-Up at Golden Hour

[Image: Gearhead stands confidently in the middle of his four cars, mug in hand, golden hour sun glowing over a fan-shaped arrangement: Maserati Spyder, Audi S3, Range Rover, and the Panther De Ville.]

There she is: the full stable. Four cars, four stories, one stubborn idiot holding it all together.

Each one’s been picked for a reason — daily, dirty, dramatic, and downright ridiculous.

Let’s break them down…

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🚗 1. Daily – Audi S3 (2023, RHD)

[Image: Black Audi S3 parked neatly in front of a brick suburban home.]

Clean. Fast. Unassuming.

My everyday cruiser. Quattro grip, DSG pop, and just enough attitude to make rush hour bearable.

Tuned? Not yet. I promised myself I’d leave one car alone. For now.

🛠 Mods so far:

– Milltek res delete

– Spacers

– Subtle badge delete

– Spotify premium (mandatory)

Parked outside, always spotless — until I forget and Twunk borrows it.

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❄️ 2. Winter Wagon – L322 Range Rover TDV8

[Image: Mud-splashed Range Rover parked on a dirt track near a farm gate.]

The tractor in a tux.

Picked this one up as a winter workhorse and she’s been bulletproof (by old Land Rover standards).

She drinks like a sailor and rides like a waterbed, but she pulls through. Every. Damn. Time.

💡 Bonus:

– Heated everything

– Rear seats so comfy my mates fall asleep

– Smells faintly of dogs and WD-40

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💨 3. Fun Car – 2004 Maserati Spyder Cambiocorsa

[Image: Red convertible Maserati sparkling under golden sunlight.]

This one? She’s loud. In sound, in looks, and in attitude.

Ferrari-sourced V8, the Cambiocorsa gearbox that loves and hates you in equal measure, and drop-top drama for the weekends.

Every drive is either magic or mildly catastrophic.

💬 Current issues:

– Parking sensors scream for no reason

– Glovebox opens when it feels like it

– I love her anyway

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🛠️ 4. Project Car – 1976 Panther De Ville (RHD)

[Image: Black and white Panther De Ville resting in a moody garage with warm lighting.]

This one’s my legacy project.

Only ~60 ever made. Coachbuilt British madness powered by a 4.2L Jaguar XK engine and styled like something Cruella would crash on the way to a gala.

Restoring it bolt-by-bolt. No shortcuts, no off-the-shelf fixes.

It’s a long-haul project, but she’s worth every scar on my hands.

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📸 Throwback: Me at 19 in the Pit

[Image: A younger, skinnier Gearhead in greasy overalls, focused, worn-out, working over an engine with serious concentration.]

This was me before I moved to IT. No beard. No sleep. No idea what overtime pay was.

Trained mechanic straight out of school — 16 through 24 — then made the switch when my back started complaining and I realised I actually liked servers and soldering.

Still miss those days in the pit. Still do my own wrenching when I can. It’s how I stay grounded.

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🔧 TL;DR:

– Four cars

– Two hands

– One mug of coffee (always)

– And about 3 hours of sleep on project nights

Follow for garage shots, rants about Italian electrics, and the occasional server meltdown

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📸💪🏽 New face alert! Meet the third lad in the office gym trinity 👀

TWUNK:

You lot have been asking who that curly-haired lad is in the background of our gym pics — so let us officially introduce the one and only Gearhead 🔧🎮💥 (aka Jamie, aka the reason the WiFi doesn’t die mid-Spotify set).

He’s 26, works IT at the office with us, and yes — he lifts. Not quite in the Twunk league (who is? 😏), but he and Hunk go rep-for-rep. Showed up one day, fixed the printer and out-benched half the lads.

Low-key? More of a style icon than either of us too. He’s like if Gymshark had a fling with Top Gear and they raised a bisexual fashion prince.

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HUNK:

At first I thought he was one of those quiet lads who just codes and drinks Monster. Nah. Man’s in the gym 5 days a week, drives like it’s Gran Turismo IRL, and somehow knows everyone’s business without ever asking.

We bonded over football and roast dinners — obviously. But he’s also got this sneaky way of roasting you with love and making it feel like a compliment.

Also — pro tip — never challenge him to Mario Kart or incline dumbbell press unless you’re ready to lose. Badly.

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GEARHEAD:

Ayyy cheers lads 😅

Alright, I’m Jamie — Gearhead to most — part-time tech goblin, full-time chaos unit with a soft spot for shoulder day, vintage cars, and games that let me build stuff or blow things up (preferably both).

I keep it a bit more covered than these two — call it “mild flamboyance with lad undertones.” If it’s got camo, gold print, or retro motorsport vibes, I’m wearing it.

I roll with these two meatheads because they’re good lads, even if Twunk flexes more than he speaks and Hunk refuses to admit I beat him at fantasy football every year.

If you see me in the gym, I’m either fixing my hair, deadlifting in silence, or trying to explain the difference between a Supra and a Skyline to someone who didn’t ask.

Let’s lift, race, or vibe. I’m about it. 🏋️‍♂️🏎️🎮

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💥 TWUNK’S ARM DAY WORKOUT PLAN 💥

(A.K.A. how Twunk fills out a fitted tee in 2025)

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🏋️‍♂️ BICEPS – Push for the Peak

1️⃣ Barbell Curl

4 sets x 8–10 reps

Big-boy curls. Keep it tight. No swinging unless you’re at the club.

2️⃣ Incline Dumbbell Curl

3 sets x 10–12 reps

Sit back, elbows down, stretch deep, curl clean. The pump here? Illegal in 5 countries.

3️⃣ EZ-Bar Preacher Curl

3 sets x 12–15 reps

Pure isolation. Twunk’s weapon of choice when he wants to feel something again.

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💪 TRICEPS – Time to Fill Those Sleeves

1️⃣ Close-Grip Bench Press

4 sets x 8–10 reps

Not just a chest day reject. Tuck those elbows, blast the tris.

2️⃣ Overhead Dumbbell Extension

3 sets x 10–12 reps

Long head love. Use one dumbbell or go one-arm at a time if you’re dramatic.

3️⃣ Cable Rope Pushdown

3 sets x 12–15 reps

Split that rope like you’re parting the Red Sea. Squeeze like it owes you money.

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🦾 FOREARMS & FINISHERS – Grip Game Maxed

1️⃣ Hammer Curls

3 sets x 10–12 reps

Brachi-what? Just curl like you mean it. Big forearm energy.

2️⃣ Wrist Curls + Reverse Wrist Curls Superset

3 sets x 15–20 reps

High reps = vascularity. Vascularity = power. Twunk = science.

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💀 OPTIONAL FINISHER: 21s WITH EZ-BAR

7 reps bottom

7 reps top

7 reps full

🔁 x2

Twunk calls it “The Pumpocalypse”. Proceed with caution.

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🧠 Twunk Tips:

• Squeeze the rep like it’s your last slice of pizza.

• Control > momentum. This is biceps, not bumper cars.

• Track progress or stay flat forever.

• Eat, rest, repeat. Even Twunk needs a nap.

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👕 Sleeves tight.

🧠 Focus sharp.

🫀 Blood full of amino acids and spite.

Twunk out.

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How I Got a Girlfriend While Working Full Time (aka The Glow-Up Guide No One Asked For But Everyone Needs)

I’ve had a few DMs lately asking how I managed to get a girlfriend while working a 9–5 and trying to keep my life together. I’m 22 now, but let me take you back a few years.

At 17, I’d just started my office job. My skin was still recovering from GCSE stress, I had no clue how to flirt, and I was wearing the same three jumpers on rotation. Fast forward to now—I’ve got a solid routine, confidence, a decent gym body, and yes, a girlfriend. So here’s my Top 10 Guide to Getting a Girlfriend While Adulting, based entirely on my own glow-up journey.

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1. Fix Your Routine, Fix Your Mind

When you’re working full-time, your free time becomes precious. I started waking up just 20 minutes earlier so I could shower properly, style my hair, and actually pick an outfit that didn’t look like it had been on my floor for two days. Looking put-together makes you feel put-together—and that confidence shows.

2. Gym Is Therapy

I started hitting the gym at 19. Not just to bulk up (though I won’t lie, seeing gains helped), but because it gave me structure and a sense of control. I went three times a week to start. My mood improved, I stood taller, and slowly, people noticed. Including her.

3. Upgrade Your Wardrobe Bit by Bit

I didn’t have loads of money, so I started small—good jeans, fitted tees, better shoes. Stuff that worked for both the office and casual drinks. Every payday, I’d swap one old item out for something that made me feel sharp. Looking good doesn’t mean dressing flashy—it means dressing like you know yourself.

4. Learn to Talk Like a Human

Working in an office helped me loads here. Talking to managers, clients, coworkers—over time, I learned how to carry myself in conversation. Eye contact. Listening properly. Joking without forcing it. That confidence carried over into dates too.

5. Do Interesting Things (Even If You’re Tired)

After work, I used to just crash. But I started saying yes to more—pub nights, weekend football, gym meetups, anything social. That gave me stories to tell and stuff to share that wasn’t just “work was long today.”

6. Keep Your Online Game Clean

I cleaned up my Instagram, deleted old cringe posts, made sure I looked like someone who had his act together (mostly). You don’t need to be an influencer, but a few decent pics, gym progress, and stuff you care about goes a long way.

7. Learn to Cook One Thing Well

Just one. For me, it was a decent pasta dish with chicken. Easy, tasty, and impressive when she eventually comes round. There’s something about a guy who can cook even one proper meal—it shows effort.

8. Don’t Chase, Level Up

I spent ages liking girls’ selfies and getting no replies. The second I stopped chasing and focused on levelling up me, things changed. I became the kind of guy they wanted to message first. It’s mad how that works.

9. Be the Guy Who’s Sorted, Not the One Who’s Complaining

Everyone’s tired. Everyone’s got stuff going on. But if you’re the guy who’s steady, who takes care of himself, who doesn’t make every convo about how stressed he is—that’s attractive. It shows emotional stability, and that’s rare.

10. Be Patient, but Intentional

I didn’t meet her in a rom-com way. It was slow—built over time, through chats after work, group hangouts, shared gym sessions. But I was intentional. I made it clear I was interested without being needy. And when the time was right, I asked her out. Scary, but worth it.

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#officebanter #twunk #brotherswholift

Working in the same office as your half-brother sounds like hell, right? WRONG. It’s actually kind of jokes.

Especially when your half-brother is Matt. Or as he now calls himself on the internet — Twunk (yes, with a capital T, and no, I’m not over it).

We’re not in the same department. He’s in Finance doing serious grown-up things with spreadsheets and budgets and whatever else makes my eyes bleed. I’m in Sales, which mostly means I talk too much, pace the office like it’s cardio, and live off oat flat whites and vibes.

But we still bump into each other loads. Literally. At the kettles. In the stairwell. In the gym we both pretend not to be competitive in.

He’s always got his gym bag and one of those meal prep Tupperwares that smells of broccoli no matter what’s inside. Shirt’s always painted on. Looks like he’s sponsored by a protein brand. One time HR asked if we were cousins. Cousins. The disrespect.

Anyway, I like having him around. I bring the chaos, he brings the discipline.

I tease him about logging his macros, he mutters something about my sausage roll addiction. Last week he gave me a lecture about sugar and still stole one off my desk. Left crumbs like a rookie. Twunky, you’re not slick.

He’s got his whole “serious gym lad who wakes up at 6am” thing going. I’m more “runs on Sundays, hits the pub, probably did legs last week, maybe.”

But it works. He keeps me balanced. I keep him from turning into a fitness robot. And honestly? The office would feel weird without him. Wouldn’t say that to his face, obviously.

But yeah. Shoutout to the lil bro. Even if he calls himself Twunk now.

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#siblings #brosatwork #fitnesslife #saleslife #HRstillconfused #tupperwaremafia #twunkyforever

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Project Density: Dirty Bulk Begins

Posted by: twunk

Alright. It’s happening.

The clean phase is over. The buttons are already straining. The sleeves barely survived the birthday. And now, it’s time to go full throttle.

This is the official launch of my year-long dirty bulk.

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Current Stats (Start of Bulk – Age 22, May 2025)

• Height: 6’1”

• Weight: 213 lbs (96.6 kg)

• Waist: 33”

• Chest: 46.5”

• Arms (cold): 17.5”

• Legs: 26.5”

• Body Fat (estimate): 15–16%

Big 3 Lifts (All Recent PRs):

• Bench Press: 285 lbs (129 kg)

• Squat: 405 lbs (184 kg)

• Deadlift: 485 lbs (220 kg)

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Why I’m Doing This:

Because I’m young, I’m hungry, and I know this window won’t be open forever.

I’ve spent the last three years building smart. Clean eating, calculated progression, lean gains. But I’ve always held something back. This year, I want to see what happens when I push it to the edge—no cuts, no compromises, no fear of fluff.

Yes, I’ll gain fat. Yes, the abs will fade. But so what? They’re not going anywhere. I’m not here to stay pretty—I’m here to max out my potential while I’ve got the time, the metabolism, and the drive to do it.

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Goals – Month One (May–June 2025):

• Weight: +6 lbs (target: 219 lbs)

• Daily Intake: 4,200–4,500 calories

• Protein: 220g+ daily

• Training: Push/Pull/Legs x6/week

• Focus: Strength gains, digestion adaptation, appetite build

• Supplements: Creatine, whey isolate, vitamin D, omega-3s, and… extra cheese

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Goals – 12 Month Plan (May 2025–May 2026):

• Final Weight: 245–250 lbs

• Arms: 19”+

• Bench: 325 lbs

• Squat: 455 lbs

• Deadlift: 525 lbs

• Body Fat: Acceptable chaos (estimated 20–22%)

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The Mental Shift:

No more worrying about bloat. No more holding back because a shirt fits too well. This is the season of surplus. I’m embracing the fluff, fuelling the fire, and watching the scale go up—and so will everything else.

Next post: exact training splits, grocery haul, and the answer to “how much rice is too much rice?”

#twunkbulk #yearofthebulk #dirtybulkseason #embracethefluff #250herewecome

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Twunk Turns 22

Posted by: twunk

[Image Set Attached: Club, Cake, Couple, Friends Toasting, Pub Group]

What. A. Night.

Twunk officially hit Level 22 this week and celebrated in the only way a fully-grown office boy knows how—loud, sweaty, borderline chaotic, and surrounded by the absolute best people.

Started off looking sharp in a fitted black shirt and blazer, suited up like I was presenting Q3 earnings instead of facing down a chocolate cake. We had beers, balloons, gifts, and a very smug flex in every photo.

Then the night took off. Shirts untucked, sleeves rolled up, sweating it out on the dance floor with the lads, arms flying and smiles wider than my back on back day.

And of course, like all great British birthdays, it ended in a kebab shop at 2:43am, where Twunk—in a moment of generosity and absolute glory—ordered the entire squad donner and cheese chips. We earned it. Somehow.

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22 Questions for 22 Years

(A snapshot of Twunk through time)

1. Age 0 – Favourite food? Mashed banana.

2. Age 1 – First word? “Car.”

3. Age 2 – Favourite toy? Rubber duck.

4. Age 3 – Favourite colour? Blue.

5. Age 4 – Dream job? Fireman.

6. Age 5 – Favourite TV show? Postman Pat.

7. Age 6 – Got in trouble for? Laughing too loud in class.

8. Age 7 – First school club? Drama.

9. Age 8 – Favourite snack? Jam sandwich.

10. Age 9 – Biggest achievement? Perfect attendance.

11. Age 10 – Favourite subject? History.

12. Age 11 – Best friend? Ben from Year 6.

13. Age 12 – First crush? Ellie from Form B.

14. Age 13 – Least favourite chore? Taking out the bins.

15. Age 14 – Favourite music? Paramore and a bit of drum & bass.

16. Age 15 – Saturday routine? Xbox and corner shop snacks.

17. Age 16 – First part-time job? Supermarket shelf stacker.

18. Age 17 – Started full-time office job.

19. Age 18 – Still skinny, still hungry (literally and metaphorically).

20. Age 19 – First gym membership. Transformation began.

21. Age 20 – Hit 200lbs for the first time.

22. Age 21 – Realised consistency trumps motivation.

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Announcement: Dirty Bulk Incoming

Yep. Twunk’s entering a year-long dirty bulk. One full trip around the sun dedicated to growth—mass, muscle, mayhem. Expect tighter shirts, bigger lifts, and carbs for breakfast, lunch, and post-lunch snack.

Another post coming soon with training plans, intake goals, supplements, and general unhinged enthusiasm.

Let’s get huge.

#twunk22 #kebabking #dirtybulkseason #yearofthebulk #officegains #donnerpowered

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Friday Tumblr Post

Twunk & Hunk present:

“That Time a Gym Sesh Accidentally Became a Lads Holiday in Magaluf”

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[Twunk:]

So this was back when I was 20, just over a year into lifting. Peak Twunk Era: Volume 1. I’d just figured out how to meal prep and was absolutely abusing pre-workout like it was squash.

Hunk was 28, new-ish to the gym again. He’d done the fitness thing years ago, but life happened, and he was just getting back into it. Still strong, just a bit… fluffy around the edges. He used to say things like “there’s abs under this somewhere, I promise.”

Anyway, we meet at the gym for what’s supposed to be a simple push day. I’d just gotten my first visible delt vein and thought I was God’s gift.

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[Hunk:]

It was supposed to be one of those “ease back in” sessions. You know, bit of incline press, some seated dips, maybe argue over which protein bar tastes least like regret.

Instead, I walk in to find Twunk bouncing like a Jack Russell on beta-alanine, already two supersets deep. He goes,

“Bro… I feel alive. Let’s do something wild.”

I thought he meant drop sets.

He meant Magaluf.

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[Twunk:]

One flight booking and a Tesco run later, we’re at Gatwick with a tub of whey in a plastic bag and no idea what we’re doing. I’d told my boss I had “food poisoning” (I did not).

First night, we’re walking the strip, both in gym vests because we literally packed nothing else. Hunk’s wearing joggers in 30°C heat and still somehow sweating protein. I looked like a Love Island reject who got kicked out early for doing lat spreads in the villa.

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[Hunk:]

We got dragged into a beach bar by some promoters who saw Twunk’s arms and assumed we were part of a male revue act. We weren’t, but we did end up doing an impromptu “who can do more pushups for free shots” contest with a stag group from Essex.

Spoiler: I did five and pulled something. Twunk did twenty-five and got proposed to by someone in a flamingo costume.

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[Twunk:]

We kept saying “we’ll hit a proper workout tomorrow,” but tomorrow never came. One night we stumbled across a hotel gym and decided to get a pump in at 1AM, both still slightly sunburnt and very much under the influence of slushie cocktails.

Imagine: Hunk on the rowing machine, swearing at his reflection, me doing dumbbell curls shirtless to Calvin Harris like it was a music video.

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[Hunk:]

It was chaos. My knees hated me. My lower back was staging a rebellion. But for a few golden moments I felt like the main character in a Rocky montage—just sweatier and with worse cardio.

We came back home knackered, half-broke, with a new appreciation for hydration and a vow to never let Twunk near a last-minute flight deal again.

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[Twunk:]

Best accidental holiday I’ve ever had. And Hunk’s still bitter I got more free drinks than him.

[Hunk:]

Mate, you were 20 and had visible veins. I was 28 and built like a tired Labrador.

[Twunk:]

Still beat you at incline dumbbell press that week though.

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#GymLadsAbroad #TwunkAndHunkChronicles #MagalufMayhem #PushDayToPassport #FluffyToFit #TBT #NoRegretsJustDOMS

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#TBT: My Car History – From Tacky Teen Mods to Executive Muscle

by: Hunk

I’ve always said your car says a lot about where you’re at in life.

And looking back, mine told the whole story — from teenage overcompensation to grown-man control.

So here’s my personal car evolution — the good, the bad, and the slightly illegal.

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1. The Red Rocket – Citroën C1

Age: 17–20 | First job, first car, first taste of freedom

It was awful. I loved it.

Stock? Slow. After I got my hands on it? Still slow — just louder.

Mods included:

• An eBay spoiler I bolted into the boot lid like it was a race car. It wasn’t.

• Matte black alloys two sizes too big — they rubbed every time I turned the wheel.

• A cone filter for the noise (and literally no performance).

• DIY tints on the taillights. Illegal? Technically. Effective? No.

• Red trim inside that peeled off after one hot day in July.

The takeaway?

Confidence isn’t always backed by horsepower. But I learned how to wrench, how to fail, and how to laugh about it.

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2. BMW M140i – The Turning Point

Age: Mid-20s | First real pay rise, first real car

This is where the boy became a man.

Turbo inline-six. RWD. A car that wanted to misbehave — just like me.

Modifications:

• Stage 2+ map — around 460bhp. Tuned for raw delivery, not comfort.

• Upgraded intercooler and sports cat downpipe — heat management was key.

• Eibach springs — lower, tighter, more confident in the corners.

• Shadowline black trim, carbon bits — tasteful aggression.

• PS4S tyres to keep me on the road when the boost kicked in.

The vibe?

Pull up silent, leave loud. It was a daily driver with a wild side — like wearing a fitted suit over a stringer.

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3. BMW 340i xDrive (G20) – The Sleeper Era

Current | Power in a tailored suit

At this stage in life, I don’t need to shout. I let the car do the talking — quietly, efficiently, and brutally when asked.

Built as an executive sleeper:

• Stage 1+ ECU & gearbox tune by Litchfield — around 430bhp, with AWD to actually use it.

• M Performance exhaust — subtle idle, serious tone at WOT.

• Adaptive coilovers — comfort on the commute, control on the twisties.

• Dechromed exterior with Shadowline pack — clean, no nonsense.

• Factory-look wheels hiding performance brakes and braided lines.

• Interior lighting retrofit and minor coding tweaks — modern luxury, no flash.

The result?

It blends in. Until it doesn’t.

No flashy wrap, no giant wing. Just torque, traction, and enough power to embarrass a supercar in the wet.

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Final Thoughts

Each of these cars taught me something. The Citroën taught me how to dream. The M140i taught me how to drive. And the 340i? That’s teaching me patience, control, and how to enjoy the quiet before the turbo spools.

It’s not about looking fast anymore. It’s about being fast — without needing to prove it.

#TBT #HunkHistory #FromSpoilerToSleeper #BuiltNotBragged #ExecutiveViolence

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From Call Centre to Colossus: My Gym Journey (19–21)”

#twunkchronicles #fromcubicletobulk #transformationtuesday

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THE PHOTOS – My Full Progress So Far:

1–2: Age 19 – The Early Days

This is where it started. I’d just turned 19, already two years into full-time work, but I still looked like a sixth former. 135 lbs, awkward in my own skin, and barely filling out a Primark tee. I was lifting three times a week with no real clue, but I’d started—and that was the important part.

3–4: Age 20 – The Shift Begins

You can see the difference here. My arms started to pop, shirts got tighter, and I stopped being embarrassed walking into the weights section. Still in the office full-time, still lifting 5–6 days a week after work, and for the first time, I started to feel like I belonged there.

5–6: Age 21 – The Bulk Era

Here’s where I hit a real stride. I was up to around 200 lbs, eating constantly, training smarter, and living like a proper gym lad. Sleeves didn’t stand a chance. Colleagues started asking if I was “doing a competition” or something. I wasn’t. I just liked seeing the scale go up.

7: Today – Nearly 22

This was taken this morning. I’m sitting between 210–215 lbs, 6’1”, and probably the strongest (and widest) I’ve ever been. Still in the same office job, but now I’m the one giving gym advice around the lunch table.

8: Then vs Now – The Journey Side-by-Side

From 135 to over 210 lbs. From 11” arms to nearly 19”. From invisible to unmistakable. It took three years of work—but it was worth every rep, every meal, every late-night lift after a miserable day in the office.

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Where It All Started

I’ve been working full-time since I was 17. By 19, I was deep in office life and starting to feel the weight of it—mentally, not physically. I was tired, underfed, and insecure. One night after work, I walked past the gym, and for whatever reason, I walked in.

No coach, no clue—just YouTube videos and a stubborn streak. I had a cheap membership, a shaker bottle, and a dream: to stop looking like I’d blow away in the wind.

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Training Through the Years

Year 1 (19–20):

• Push/Pull/Legs, 6 days a week

• Learning form, building strength

• DOMS every day, questionable protein powder, but loads of progress

Year 2 (20–21):

• Classic bro split: Chest, Back, Legs, Shoulders, Arms

• High volume, lots of cables, lots of pump

• Arms twice a week because… priorities

Now (21-almost-22):

• Upper/Lower split with a dedicated arms + delts day

• Periodisation, structured deloads, and finally training smart

• Strength is up, but so is control—I actually know what I’m doing now

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Eating: The Real Battle

You want to grow? You have to eat. Sounds easy—until you’re trying to get 4,200 calories in between emails, spreadsheets, and Karen asking if “all that protein is safe.” My meal prep takes over the office fridge. I eat at my desk, on the train, sometimes in the toilets (don’t judge).

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The Setbacks I’ve Had

• Lower back strain in year one—ego deadlifts, obviously

• Shoulder impingement when I started incline pressing with too much weight and zero warm-up

• I’ve missed sessions, had slow weeks, and doubted everything—but I kept going

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Progress in Numbers

At 19:

• 135 lbs

• 11” arms

• 34” chest

• 13” neck

Now:

• 210–215 lbs

• 18.5” arms

• 48” chest

• 17.5” neck

• My wardrobe? Constantly under threat.

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“Are You Natty?”

Here’s the thing: I train hard. I eat like it’s a second job. I recover, I plan, I take it seriously. If people want to question it, I’ll take it as a compliment. You don’t get like this by accident—but not everything needs explaining.

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My Top Tips for Any Office Lads Trying to Grow:

1. Train when you’re tired. Your day job is not an excuse.

2. Track your food and your lifts. Data is your friend.

3. Stretch. Warm up. Deload. Don’t lift like an idiot.

4. Prioritise recovery. 7–8 hours of sleep—non-negotiable.

5. Be patient. Three years changed everything. You just have to start.

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Supplements I Use:

• Whey Isolate – perfect for mid-meeting macros

• Creatine Monohydrate – 5g daily, without fail

• Pre-Workout – makes up for the soul-crushing office lighting

• ZMA (Zinc + Magnesium) – great for recovery

• Fish Oil & Vitamin D – for joint health and surviving British weather

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I’m not done. Not even close. But I’m proud of how far I’ve come. From 17-year-old desk lad to nearly 22-year-old gym-built machine, I’ve changed more than just my body.

Stick around. Phase two starts now.

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TBT: 19-Year-Old Twunk – Nervous Grins, New Jobs, and the Start of Everything

This was me—Twunk—age 19. Yeah, really. Tiny, anxious, sleeves always too long, trying my best to not take up space.

That first pic? That was my first-ever staff photo when I started my job. I was terrified. Buttoned all the way up, acting like I had a clue, when in reality I was just hoping no one would notice how scared I was to speak in meetings.

The second photo was my one-year mark at work. I looked exactly the same, just slightly better at pretending I had confidence. But I had made it through twelve months of showing up, trying hard, and slowly learning I had value. And yeah, I still wore hoodies every day. Comfort first.

The gym shot [Image 4]… that’s where something shifted. I’d started working out because I was tired of feeling so breakable. Not to be “big” or whatever—just to feel like I had a say in how I existed in the world. That one curl was early progress, but it was the spark. It was the first time I felt powerful in my own skin. That was the moment the twunk was born, even if no one else could see it yet.

The pub pic [Image 3]? That was wild. Euros night. First pint. First time I actually let go around other people. Still awkward, still quiet—but for a couple of hours, I felt like I belonged. That goofy grin? 100% real.

Now the car [Image 5]… my little silver SEAT. My first proper “I did this” moment. Two years into work, saving like crazy, saying no to weekend trips, cutting corners wherever I could. Pulling up in that car felt like arriving in adulthood. Twunk in motion.

The beach trip [Image 6] was huge for me. Lads holiday. I almost didn’t go because I was nervous about how I looked. I was still skinny, still unsure. But I wore the tee, joined in the banter, and for once didn’t feel like the odd one out. That pic makes me proud every time I see it.

And yeah, I rode a scooter in the park [Image 7]. Call it silly. Call it wholesome. I call it healing. That was one of those solo afternoons where everything felt light. And I needed that.

So yeah—19-year-old Twunk was shy, soft, and scared. But he was also showing up, trying, lifting, saving, laughing, and learning to become the version of me I’m proud to be now.

We don’t talk enough about that in-between stage. This is me talking about it.

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Protein, Pints & Petty Fights: A Brotherly Q&A with Twunk & Hunk

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Anonymous asked: Who’s stronger – Twunk or Hunk?

Twunk: Me. Easily. Numbers don’t lie.

Hunk: Stronger? Maybe. Fitter? Definitely not. I don’t need three scoops of pre-workout to function.

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@fitblr-girl21 asked: What’s your go-to gym playlist?

Twunk: Heavy beats and a little grime. If the song doesn’t make me want to deadlift a car, it’s not on the list.

Hunk: Bit of Arctic Monkeys, maybe some Stormzy. Then switch to football commentary halfway through.

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Anonymous asked: Ever fought each other?

Twunk: Only on FIFA.

Hunk: And once in real life over the last protein bar. I won.

Twunk: You cheated. You used dad voice.

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@cardioqueen96 asked: Who gets more attention at the pub?

Twunk: Probably me. The biceps do the talking.

Hunk: Nah, it’s me. I’m taller and I buy the first round.

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Anonymous asked: Describe each other in 3 words.

Twunk: Loud. Loyal. Lifting.

Hunk: Fast. Funny. Fridge-shaped.

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@ladsladsfit asked: Would you ever train together?

Twunk: We have. It turns into a competition.

Hunk: He sulks if I beat him in cardio.

Twunk: Because cardio is witchcraft.

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Drop more in the ask box – we’re always lurking.

— Twunk & Hunk

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“Back on the Pitch: My Football Comeback”

— by Hunk

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[Image 1 – Age 19]

That wide-eyed kid in blue? Yeah, that’s me.

I joined my university football team when I was 19. I’d always played for fun growing up, but this was my first real taste of competitive play. I wasn’t the fastest or strongest back then—but I had heart. I trained hard, showed up early, stayed late, and soaked in everything I could from the older lads.

Football wasn’t just a game for me—it became my identity.

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[Image 2 – Age 22]

By 22, I’d earned this red kit and the title of team captain.

That was the peak of my uni career. I’d built up my skills, fitness, and confidence. I wasn’t just playing anymore—I was leading. Calling shots on the pitch, driving the team forward. We didn’t win every game, but we fought for every one. Walking off that final university match, I thought I’d be playing forever.

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[Image 3 – Sunday League Return]

But then real life hit.

Work became my world after graduation—long hours, stress, late nights. I lost all my rhythm. No more training, no more matches. And it showed. I packed on weight, energy levels dropped, and honestly, I didn’t feel like myself anymore.

That yellow “Sundry League” shirt? It marked my return. A mate roped me into a Sunday league game, and I thought, Why not? I was rusty. I was slow. But man, that feeling of the ball at my feet again? Pure joy. Even if I was out of breath after 10 minutes.

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[Image 4 – Now, Nearly 30]

That’s me now—back in blue, stronger than I’ve been in years.

Playing again kicked off everything. I started running to build my stamina, lifting weights to regain strength, eating better (most days, anyway). And it’s paid off. I’m not that skinny 19-year-old anymore, but I’m fitter, more confident, and loving the game again.

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Tips for Getting Back into Football After Time Off:

• Start where you are, not where you were. Let go of the past and focus on the now.

• Consistency > Intensity. Just show up. It’ll get easier.

• Find your tribe. A good group (like my Sunday league squad) keeps you accountable and makes it fun.

• Strength & cardio go hand in hand. Football’s not just about feet—your whole body matters.

• Celebrate every win. Even if it’s just lasting 5 minutes longer than last week.

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I may be pushing 30, but I’m playing better—and feeling better—than I have in a long time. If you’ve fallen off, don’t sweat it. Lace up, show up, and give it time.

You’ll find your way back too.

— Hunk

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My Saturdays: Clubs, Chaos, and the Best Damn Kebab in Town

Every Saturday night, I do what I do best: show up, show out, and turn the club into my own personal chaos zone. It always starts the same — fitted tee, fresh pump, and me and the lads locking in for a night full of dumbbell-flexing energy and dance floor destruction.

You can’t miss us: biceps tighter than the dress code, smiles wider than our macros. From flexing for pics to double-fisting rum and cokes under neon strobes, subtlety’s never really been our thing. It’s always loud, always stupid, and honestly? Always a great time.

By 2am, without fail, it all leads to the same sacred destination — the best kebab shop in town. Shirt probably stained from too much garlic sauce, fries in one hand, talking gym philosophy with the boys like we’re fitness Socrates. It’s tradition. It’s practically spiritual.

But here’s the twist:

I’ve got a girlfriend now.

Which means some nights I swap the chaos for a quieter vibe — think red wine, a booth for two, and maybe just one drink instead of five. Still having a good time, just with better company and slightly fewer chips.

How do I keep the gains going?

Simple: discipline. I earn my nights out. Monday through Friday, I’m dialed in — meal prepping, crushing weights, counting macros. Even if I’ve been up till 3am, you’ll still catch me hitting the gym the next morning, sweating out last night’s decisions and getting straight back to it.

So yeah, call it the Twunk lifestyle if you want — but for me?

This is just how I live.

Party hard. Train harder. Never skip leg day.

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Meet the Bros: Twunk & Hunk

Office warriors by trade | British blood | Built different — but bonded by banter

Twunk (Matt)

21 | 6’1” | 215 lbs (est.)

White-shirt-wearing gym goblin

Lifts heavy, parties harder

Protein shakes and spreadsheets are his love language

Bench: 275 | Deadlift: 405 | Squat: 365

Catch him flexing in the office or spilling drinks in the club

Hunk (Harry)

29 | 6’3” | 230 lbs (est.)

Football-obsessed, car-mod addict

Runs for fun (seriously), lives for Sunday League

Not afraid of weights, just not married to them

Bench: 225 | Deadlift: 315 | Squat: 275

Probably shouting at a match or under a bonnet

What You’ll Find Here:

• Gym gains and pub stains

• Brotherly roasts and workout posts

• Footy matchdays and car upgrade diaries

• Two halves of one chaotic but well-dressed coin

Whether you’re here for fitness, football, or just to watch two British blokes live their best brotherly lives — welcome to the madness.

— Twunk & Hunk

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Oi Tumblr, I’m Harry – but around here I go by Hunk.

29 | 6’3 | Office life with a side of football boots and torque wrenches

Big bro to Twunk – same surname, different pace.

I’m not the type to chase PRs in the gym – unless it’s short for “pub round.”

I lift enough to stay sharp, but my real cardio comes from chasing balls on muddy pitches every Sunday and outrunning traffic on foot.

Weekends are for footy, fast cars, and proper pints with good company.

Stats & Stuff:

Estimated weight: ~225-230 lbs (102-104 kg)

Bench: ~225 lbs (102 kg)

Deadlift: ~315 lbs (143 kg)

Squat: ~275 lbs (125 kg)

5K time: sub-22 mins (if I’m not hungover)

What I’m into:

• Football (both playing and shouting at the telly)

• Running to clear my head

• Modding my car until my bank account taps out

• Watching Twunk pretend spreadsheets are thrilling

If you’re here for a balance of banter, beer, and brotherhood – you’re in the right place. This blog’s a mix of matchday pics, running routes, car progress, and pub life.

— Hunk over and out

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Hey Tumblr, I’m Matt – but my mates call me twunk.

21| 6’1 | Office worker by day, gym rat by choice, party starter by default

From the UK – powered by protein shakes and pints

You’ll usually catch me in a crisp white shirt Monday to Friday, then trading it for a tank top and dumbbells after 5.

Weekend plans? Probably out with the lads or dancing with a pint in one hand and a grin on my face.

Gym stats (because we all wanna know):

Estimated weight: ~210-215 lbs (95-98 kg)

Bench Press: ~275 lbs (125 kg)

Deadlift: ~405 lbs (185 kg)

Squat: ~365 lbs (165 kg)

Barbell Curl: Strong enough to impress, not enough to skip leg day.

Why I’m here:

Sharing gym stuff, outfits that almost make spreadsheets sexy, and the occasional night-out photo dump. If you’re into fitness, office aesthetics, or just enjoy a good smile and a strong pint—stick around.

Let’s lift heavy and live loud.

— twunk out