I think it’s fair to say I’ve been rather obsessive about my health in recent years. Let me update you on what knobs I’ve been twiddling with lately in my quest for literal [1] immortality. It all got simple because I’m in Serbia.

Sleep
Reading Matthew Walker’s sleep book was transformative as I’d never fully appreciated how sub-optimal my sleep hygiene was. It seemed kinda silly to think you need to be taught how to sleep. Surely the fact I could wake up whenever I please and nap if I’m short was enough? Evidently not. And I mean evidently, as Walker’s book is based on evidence. It was eye-opening [2] just how many restorative processes sleep involves for both body and mind, and how all your hard work on gym and diet is undone if you don’t sort sleep. I have now enforced this protocol:

1. No caffeine after 4:30pm. Only occasionally relaxed to as late as 6pm.
2. No screen time one hour before bedtime, including phone.
3. Dim or turn off all lights at least one hour before bedtime.
4. Keep the room cool. If it’s a warm evening, kick the covers off.
5. Take great care choosing apartments based on good beds and quiet environs.
6. If there’s unavoidable noise, put on a YouTube video of nature or storm sounds.
7. A “no rumination” rule if I catch myself thinking of important life issues.
8. No water an hour before bed.

It’s been playing a blinder. I drop off to sleep far easier, sleep deeper, and feel refreshed upon waking. Gone is the previous norm of feeling a bit sleepy for half an hour upon waking then needing coffee to get going. I also rarely need afternoon naps.

Dentist
Jimmy found a good private dentist in Dorcol that cost peanuts. I had a check-up and clean. She found one cavity and treated it on the spot [3] with a white filling. She also filed down an NHS crown that didn’t fit well and reassured me on a gum gap I’d thought might be more decay. It was all done in an hour for a total cost of £100.

Dermatolagist
Speaking of Jimmy, he likes to invent maladies that let him bitch and moan and feel special. His latest ruse was skin cancer so he found himself a dermatologist and got scanned. Having never done that before myself, I wanted to get the all-clear (or, god forbid, catch cancer early) so I booked the same afternoon he came back from his consultation, getting an appointment 9am the next morning. Some bint put a funny eye glass all over my body, checking every mole. Apparently the glass separates out the colour and can easily identify problem moles. She gave me the all clear. £30.

I took the opportunity to ask her about face skin-care regimes. She agreed my vitamin C serum was good and she also recommended exactly the retinol eye-wrinkle cream I was already using. If you’re wondering, it’s Camden Cosmetics London Vitamin C 20% Advanced Formula + Anti-Aging Serum (Amazon) and La Roche-Posay Redermic R Eyes (any cosmetics store or big pharmacy). She also recommend a bi-monthly treatment of mini-injections to stimulate collagen renewal but seeing as my face is as smooth as a baby’s arse nowadays I’m gonna hold off an that.

Bodybuilder Blood Screen
I went to Beo Labs by Kalemegdan park and ordered a “one of everything” screening of piss and blood. It was a no-appointment walk-in service at 10am and they emailed the results at 4pm. They tested something like 40 things, including total and free testosterone. My scores were all in the green range except for cholesterol (a bit high), HDL (a bit low) and LDL (a bit high) but those all in amber range not red. I think that’s an echo of having done a fat bastard bulk earlier in the year. I’ll defer judgement until I test again later when I’m fully lean. £60 all in.

Mid-Life Hospital Scans
On Monday I went in for a overall screening at Medigroup Hospital in Dorcol. Like everything in Serbian healthcare I got an appointment within 48 hours of asking, didn’t wait around, and it was cheap as chips. I was in the hospital three hours while a receptionist ran me from one specialist to another. My main concern was to catch cancer or heart issues early.

Mostly it was ultrasound scans. A urologist cupped and inspected my nuts (“fine English balls” he said) then ran the ultrasound on them. He did prostrate scan too [4] and kidneys. Then I got sent to a different specialist who did ultrasound on my liver, gall bladder, kidneys again, and spleen. Then a nurse hooked me up to a heart monitor until she had a printout to give the cardiologist, who then did a very long ultrasound. Then I gave piss and blood for a health blood screen (different tests to the bodybulder one), and finally all my results were collated and given to a GP for an overall consultation. Best bit of the bloodwork was the PCA test for signs of tumours was sitting nicely in the green range. £100 all in.

Urologist gave me all clear. Gastro-bird said I have a 4mm soft polyp on my gall bladder which isn’t a problem but should scan again in six months to be sure it’s not worsening. Cardio-guy said I have tiny issue with heart in one valve but it’s extremely common- even in kids- and nothing to worry about. GP was all clear. So, good news. If you’re wondering, my resting heart rate was 50 bpm, slightly up from 48 bpm in April when I had reached a training peak.

Conclusion
I have paid for considerable peace of mind. According to all the specialists, I am as fit as a fiddle with no health issues that need action. That’s very nice to know. I was all done very rapidly and at low cost, but the clinics were all modern places with good tech. I doubt Dr Achmed Bin Jihad on the NHS would’ve been as good.

In unrelated news, I expect to be offering in-field coaching again very soon. That will be five-day immersion courses with me, and likely a shared boot camp with Roy Walker. Details coming soon but feel free to email if you’re interested.

1. Rather than literary immortality, which I already have.
2. Excuse the confusing pun.
3. Without anaesthetic- my choice- because I’m rock.
4. Ultrasound only, no fingers up the bum.

Back in the days when I was a wandering bad boy type trying to bang girls from assorted countries [1] I used to quite deliberately avoid learning the local lingo. Part of this was sheer necessity: in any given year I might be in six different countries with six different languages, so which one should I start with? Often I had no idea when I’d next be in a country and a couple years could pass before I’d be back. Learning to speak a barbarian tongue is a longwinded process [2].

Then there was the pick-up reason: you want the girls in your frame. When you encounter a girl keen to learn English you have a more internationally-minded piece of skirt than the average, and she is communicating with you in a language you are the native and she’s the wannabe. That’s a nice frame advantage for you. Not speaking the lingo also bolsters the wandering playboy archetype you r-selectors are selling.

There was always one big drawback: you lose sets on the language barrier. Only a small minority of non-English speakers like you enough to suffer Google Translate dates. I started to encounter a second drawback with the higher quality K-girls: they expect you to have a bit more to you than booze, shagging, and skull rings. They are thinking how you’d fit into their life, and that means eventually introducing you to friends and family. Are you gonna show a bit of investment in her country and culture, or sit in the corner tweeting “in comms, maybe +1 tonight”? [3]

So, having turned over a new leaf in K-selection / attention span / fitness / anti-ageing and whatnot, I decided to try learning an aforementioned savage tongue. I’ve narrowed my wifey countries down to Serbia and Russia so that’s the two to learn.

Next question: how?

I always assumed I simply wasn’t good at languages. I don’t have that type of brain. My experience in Japanese seemed to confirm it took an awful lot of squeeze for precious little juice. Then I was chatting to my Canadian pal Juggernaught when he was a year into his residence in Bosnia. “Was weird in the cafe today, I could suddenly understand what everyone was saying,” he said.
“Brilliant! How long you been learning?”
“Over a year, but the first nine months were wasted. Everything accelerated since I started meeting my language tutor every day. I’ve been doing that twelve weeks now.”
He explained more about his method, including his false starts, and a few things became apparent to me:

1. I shouldn’t take my Japanese experience to heart. It’s literally the hardest language in the world for a native English speaker to learn. Per the guideline language tables, it takes 2,200 hours to learn Jap. By contrast, Spanish takes only 550. So I wasn’t to assume all the ding-dongs learning Spanish in Mexico and Colombia were simply better at languages. Maybe I could do it.

2. Serbian and Russian are both slavic family languages so there is lots of crossover in vocab, sentence structure, and underlying mentality. It’s not like doing two 1,100-hour languages. More like one and a half.

3. Part of my problem was the classroom approach of my Japanese language school. I’d gotten too much bookish learning so that my reading and writing outdistanced my listening and speaking, which is the wrong way around. Taking turns in class and spending lots of time learning vocab lists and grammar exercises means your language skills never leave your frontal cortex. It never comes naturally.

4. There are some great apps around now that simply didn’t exist a few years ago.

5. The best way to learn is to simulate how kids learn. That means a focus on ‘comprehensible input’, meaning introducing simple language within a meaningful context. Think of how parents talk to young kids. Language schools focus too much on production (speaking/writing) and on studying books. Natural language acquisition is nearly all input, overwhelmingly listening. When you understand what people are saying to you, production is easy.

This video was a good intro for me on the style of learning I’d try.

My rule is to learn the language of whatever country I’m in (expecting it to be just Serbia and Russia). From mid-January until last week, that country was Serbia. I’ve hammered my apps for four months and tried a bit of light dialogue with taxi drivers, my PT, and ordering food and drink. I’m happy with my progress. Next time I’m in Serbia I’ll hire a language partner to begin the process of making all my learning accessible in real time. Now that I’m back in the UK, I’m starting on Russian.

The guidelines say it takes 1,100 hours to learn Serbian. I’m now 220 hours in, or 20%. It feels like about 20% of the way there. I’ve covered the A1 material and half of A2. I’m picking up things in conversation though I miss most of the meaning in longer or faster sentences. Early days.

The two apps I’m using most are Glossika and Ling. The former is ALL comprehensible input. It selects five sentences then gives you the English once and Serbian twice, randomised over 25 reps so you get 5 of each sentence. I’ve done 25,000 total reps, taking 150 hours. The best thing about Glossika is you can set it to review previously-studied sentences, turn the microphone function off, and then just set it away. I do that at bedtime with the light off so that I can study while observing my no-screen-time sleep protocol.

Ling is similar to Duo Lingo, being a more active app. You do small challenges such as translations and word matching. It also introduces language in a more didactic structured fashion, organised according to thematic topics. I’ve completed all 50 units, taking 70 hours.

Like I said, it’s early days. I remain hopeful that I’ll get functional Serbian and Russian eventually and with it, tall leggy hot birds with big tits and good cooking skills.

Remember I’m coaching daygame immersions these days so if you wanna get good, get in touch. The wonderful video instructional product Daygame Overkill is still on sale here for just $199.

[1] An outside observer may conclude nothing much has changed
[2] As I found to my chagrin learning Japanese ages ago
[3] You big daft cunt

Ok you proper daft cunts. It’s time to own up how many of you took this goofy cuck seriously. Did you refer to him on your blog as a source of game advice or a theorist of MLTRs? Did you invite him onto your livestream or event stage? Did you even passingly refer to him in conversation with a wing without adding the suffix “-the obvious incompetent goon”?

Let’s go back in time to 2016 when he wrote a post on his “main”. I’m quoting him directly.

“She’s blonde, trim, super hot, and what most men would consider a 9 or 10 unless you don’t like blonde white women. She’s small, which I like, and has big boobs, which I like, but she’s not quite as curvy as I’m typically used to. I’m not going to show you photos at this time so please don’t ask. Firefly and I understand that eventually pictures of her will leak out to the public and that’s fine, but as much as I’d love to brag, I’m not going to showcase her.”

What do you imagine from a trim, super hot blonde who most men consider at least a 9? Perhaps something like this?

Well, wonder no more lads. Pictures of “Pink Firefly” have finally leaked out to the public, by way of Black Dragon’s own YouTube channel and here she is. Here’s the stunner.

That’s one for the wank stash isn’t it?

Not only is she a horrendous trollop but just watch the goofy cuck simping over her on the video. She obviously holds him in utter contempt and he’s too delusional to see it. So, I think we can close off the whole Black Dragon saga now. I don’t expect anyone to learn from said saga, I don’t expect anyone to do due diligence before recommending total charlatans on their platforms, and I expect the same old conveyor belt of the Calebs, Tates, Kramers and McQueens of this world to churn out a new goon every few weeks.

But at least we get a laugh when it all comes crashing down.

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Covid has kind of screwed with the learning plans of ambitious daygamers. We all know how important it is to get onto the streets and do the sets. There’s no better way to learn than by doing. It’s why one-on-one coaching is so effective. But…. Covid. So many good places are locked down, and they wouldn’t let you through immigration anyway. And it’s winter so even in happy times the streets would be a bit grim.

What to do?

I’ve done a little coaching this winter over Skype video calls. It’s opened my mind to some benefits that in-field residentials can’t match [1], the main one being the time-lapse. Coaching a guy one hour every weekend breaks the learning points down into smaller chunks and allows a them a full week to sink in. Being off the street takes away the pressure to do sets and allows the brain to focus more on the theory and the nuts and bolts. It encourages more complex questions and longer answers to really get to the meat of things. I’ve also noticed Skype clients feel more comfortable seeking help on topics that aren’t so intimately tied with street work. They tend to want more on texting, dating, sex, and building their value internal and external.

I’m surprised how well this winter’s coaching went. So, I’ve decided to do more.

I will take on four coaching hours each Sunday afternoon. Whether that’s four lads at an hour each, or less clients with more time each, I don’t really care. Things my coaching has so far included are:

1. Detailed analysis of audio in-fields;
2. Answering questions about sticking points;
3. Theoretical explanation of principles;
4. Identifying weaknesses and developing plan to address them;
5. Logisitics advice on euro jaunt destinations;
6. Mindset development.

It doesn’t have to be limited to that stuff, though. Each call is one-on-one so the coaching addresses specific needs of the client. If that kind of thing interests you, let me know in the comments or by email at nick krauser 1 [at] gmail [dot] com.

I want to develop a consistent block of four hours each Sunday afternoon (GMT) with regular clients who are ambitious to make progress. I’m less interested in “just one hour” tire-kickers. So, for now, I’m offering a 4×4 package for £400 GBP. That’s four hours coaching, working out at £100 per hour, ideally at one hour per week for a month.

Intermediate and advanced daygamers will get the best value out of this but I’ll consider beginners too if I like the cut of your jib.

You should still buy Daygame Overkill here as it’s by far the best in-field video instructional series out there. It’s got ten infield recordings of me showing how it’s done with extremely detailed analysis so you can squeeze every drop of value out of the videos.

[1] Resis are way better overall but they do have a few limitations.

Reading that Lifespan book, there was a particular paragraph that inspired me. Sinclair predicted a near future in which we can wear bands or sensors that will monitor our heartrate, blood, and sweat in real time to feed the information into computer analysis that will then provide early detection of imbalances, illness, and life-threatening conditions. “That sounds like an easy way to keep on top of your health markers” I thought.

The next day I walked past an electronics shop that had Fit Bands in the window. Oh, right. These things already exist! I remember seeing Tom Xants wearing one a year ago and chastising him for the obvious faggotry when he could’ve had a chunky r-select watch instead. Well, 2021 is the Year Of Krauser Faggotry as evidenced by my use of Vitamin C facial serum and an almost total ban on alcohol [1].

I investigated.

It quickly became clear there were essentially two types of fitness tracker bands: watch-like expensive ones by recognised high street brands, and cheap band-like ones by dodgy chinks. Naturally, I favoured the latter. At least until I get a better idea of what info I want. It seems they all do basically the same three things: pedometer, heart rate monitor, sleep tracker. It’s the last of these that interest me most now that I’m currently reading Matthew Walker’s Why We Sleep. He lists so many health ramifications of poor sleep that I felt I was developing Type 2 Diabetes and Insomnia just reading it.

So, 2021 is the year Krauser optimises his sleep.

After comparing all the chinky slant-bands on the internet and by Serbian shop prices, I settled on the Xiaomi Smart Band 5 for a tidy £35 [2] and it had upgraded features from the Smart Band 4 (namely it can differentiate sleep types) and it matches my phone, a Xiaomi Mi Somethingorother. I slapped the bastard on my wrist, synched to the Mi Fit app and watched the magic happen.

Here’s my sleep data so far (open to get higher res image)

Fairly promising in terms of being in the better half of my peer group and getting just about the recommended 20% REM sleep and 15%+ NREM deep sleep. I also have the right profile, of getting most of my deep sleep early and the REM sleep later in the night. It seemed rather odd to me that a wrist band can track such things based on your wrist’s pulse when scientists such as Walker use an ECG to measure brain waves to detect the distinctive signatures of REM, deep, and light sleep. Is this device accurate? Here’s a dorky kraut who actually compared my band to the readings given by scientifically approved instruments:

His conclusion:

1. Pedometer is very accurate
2. Heart rate monitor is accurate for everything except short bursts of frenetic activity, such as weightlifting. This is because it only measures every minute rather than continuous, and thus can miss much of the short spike in heart rate [3]
3. Sleep tracker undercounts REM and NREM Deep sleep. This is actually great news because it means my sleep is even better than the Smart Band registers.

The hun said he’ll do another more detailed comparison based on a much longer sample size in a few weeks so I’m keen to see his results. If the band is consistent in it’s sleep tracking error then I can easily adjust for it. If, however, the errors are erratic then it’s of limited use.

As for heart rate, I’m doing just great. My resting heart rate is around 50bpm which puts me in the athlete level of fitness according to experts [4]. The graph below shows a nice steady low beat when I’m sleeping and then nothing too excitable when doing hard training – though with the proviso that this Smart Band apparently fails to capture some of the higher spikes.

So, everything looking pretty good so far but I wish to optimize. I’m already looking into a few tweaks that I can talk about later

Nothing optimises daygame better than my Daygame Overkill video instructional series available here. It contains ten in-field recordings of me pulling hot skirt and detailed analysis of what you see in them.

[1] Not to mention shagging.
[2] £26 on Amazon but you might as well be buying a lottery ticket with Serbia’s postal service.
[3] That spike is indeed short on a fit cunt like me.
[4] A chart I found by Googling.

NOTE: in case you’re wondering about the stress levels, I’m doing just great, thanks for asking.

Tom Xants recommended me this book [1] by a leading researcher in gerontology and top dog of an Harvard anti-ageing research centre. That got me curious but before taking anyone’s advice seriously, I follow the Krauser Rule Of Data Sourcing, namely I google a picture of him to check out his physiognomy. Krauser don’t take no advice from dorks, fags, or pedo-faced bugmen. Judge for yourself.

He’s over 50 and this is an anti-ageing book so I think we can all agree Dr Sinclair passes the first smell test. I paid Kindle my £4.99 and dived into the 473-page text. What did I learn?

The book is split into three sections: past, present, and future. The past is by far the best as it focuses entirely on Sinclair’s official area of expertise, the scientific literature of ageing. He’s a legit top-tier expert in this field. He gives an outline of the health problems caused by ageing and the existing published research on fighting it (mostly in mice). His central theme is that ageing is a disease and there is no biological necessity for it. He considers various scientific explanations for the ageing mechanism and dismisses most as dealing with the downstream effects of ageing rather than the core process.

What’s the core process, Krauser?

Unwanted side-effects of the DNA repair process, that’s what. Sinclair says almost all lifeforms, including those as simple as yeast, have a survival circuit that flips between two states. Normally, the circuit is engaged in processes aiding reproduction including literal cell division and growth. There are enzymes called Sirtains that direct this process and everything is happy as Larry in good times. However, our DNA comes under daily assault by the forces of the earth causing damage to literally trillions of cells. The assault can be cosmic rays, UV light, X-rays, waste products from metabolization of food, viruses and whatnot. The point is, it’s totally normal, widespread, constant and thus every organism has evolved a survival circuit to clean up the damage. Thus your sirtains (especially sirtain 2) leave their posts doing the daily business of living and act as firefighters on your cells’ DNA, fixing it.

Eventually, the damage is too great to be fully repaired or the job takes so long that your sirtains end up neglecting their daily tasks in the rest of the cell. Accumulated damage expresses itself as an unravelling of the DNA loops, causing the nucleus of the cell to get ragged and diffuse. The information contained by the epigenome is thus lost. Sinclair calls this the Information Theory Of Ageing.

All that nasty stuff that happens as we age- grey hair, wrinkles, slow repair, inflexibility, shitting yourself, cancer etc- are symptoms of this condition. If you can find ways to reduce the severity of daily damage, and/or improve sirtain’s ability to repair it, you can delay and possibly even reverse ageing.

This theory leads to some very obvious lifestyle recommendations, especially to reduce the daily damage to your DNA: don’t smoke, don’t booze, don’t catch diseases, don’t get fat, don’t eat junk [2]. There are additional things you can do to boost your sirtain production and clean out senescent (dead/zombie) cells, such as supplementation with quercetin, resveratrol, and NMN. Sinclair also recommends regularly exposing your body to minor stresses so that the survival circuit does regular small repairs to DNA rather than infrequent big jobs. So, intermittent fasting, regular exercise, and hot/cold exposure therapy.

That’s the Past section and I found it fascinating. The Present section explores ongoing research and most-likely theoretical advances taking advantage of Sinclair’s position to be strategically located within the scientific community currently researching new therapies. He’s exceedingly optimistic but cautions that none of this research is published or long-term tested on humans. Thus it’s less robust than his Past section but gives ideas to enterprising anti-ageing fans.

The thrust of this section is that we’ll soon have some synthetic compounds, probably daily pills, that specifically address ageing. Work is ongoing to ascertain how to refresh sirtain production (which falls over time), or to splice in repair genes, or lengthen telomere and so on. He foresees a world in which we all wear sophisticated smart watches that constantly test our sweat, blood, heart rate and so on, forwarding the data to advanced computing for real-time detection of infections, poor bio-markers etc. This doesn’t seem at all far fetched to me. He explains how many age-related diseases such as cancer, Alzheimer’s and heart disease can be detected years before they become symptomatic. Catching them early means treating them early.

There’s also some Frankenstein stuff like genetically modifying pigs to grow organs for human transplants and 3D printers for organs [3]. Fascinating.

The last section, Future, can be completely ignored. Now he makes the same mistake 99% of scientists make when writing popular science books: he lectures us all on social and political concerns that he knows less about than the average Twitter blue check. There’s some epic faggotry in this and its a real slog with literally nothing of value worth finding. Skip it.

Finally, in the conclusion, he gets around to the bit I wanted to read all along: what is his protocol? What shit are he and his family taking to keep themselves alive longer. I’ll save you the bother and tell you right now:

1. One gram of NMN, one gram of resveratol, one gram of metformin every morning;
2. Daily dose of vitamin D, vitamin K2, and 83mg aspirin;
3. Low sugar, bread, pasta [4];
4. Skip one meal a day- basically a gay-ass intermittent fast;
5. Daily steps;
6. Gym on weekends, again a gay-ass regime of something that he should do more;
7. Blood tests every few months to check bio-markers;
8. Meat on gym days but not otherwise;
9. No smoking. Avoid microwaved plastic, UV exposure, X-rays, CT scans;
10. Stay in the shade during the day and cool in bed;
11. BMI in the healthy range which for him is 23 to 25

I’m glad I read this book because it gives a solid science-backed opinion on what causes ageing and what has been proven to work to stop it [5]. Reading between the lines it gives clear advice on how to design your own anti-ageing protocol. Well done, David.

He’ll probably live longer than me but he certainly won’t be shagging as many hot bitches. If you don’t want to live forever but you do wanna pick up the skirt, buy Daygame Overkill here for just $199. That’s less than $1 a year over your artificially-extended lifespan.

[1] Which is about as ironic as Keith Richards recommending me a book on asceticism.
[2] Sorry Tom.
[3] China has a better idea of just throwing the Muslims in concentration camps and using theirs.
[4] I’m on a high-carb bulk right now so I’m breaking this big time but my usual diet matches this advice. I’ll be back on it in a couple of months.
[5] In yeast, mice, and worms.

Enthusiastic daygamers have experienced a wide variety of familiar ailments during the prosecution of their skirt-chasing careers. The more portly of us [1] are prone to Daygamer Thigh formed by the excessive rubbing together of the flabby inner-thighs when putting one leg in front of the other 20,000 times each day for weeks on end. It’s rather unpleasant to be rubbed raw below the crotch, especially in hot weather. In my fat bastard days I’d get it too and my workaround was to wear longer trunk variants of my H&M boxer shorts. At least then the chafing of denim against skin was softened.

Some other ailments tend to be suffered by only the more stubborn of us. To date, Salman is the only lad I know to have had a severe case of Daygamer Toe. For the sake of precision, lets not confuse this with the similarly named Torero Toe, a tragic condition that occurs when a man with learning difficulties attempts to copy the devil-may-care posture of a more experienced player. So, purely for the sake of clarity [2], let’s call Daygamer Toe by the new name of Salman Toe. This is an inflammation or soreness of the toes and instep caused from daygaming eight hours a day in ill-fitting leather biker boots after all your wings have told you to wear something more comfortable. The short term solution is bathing your feet in warm soapy water every evening. The preventative protocol is to buy shoes that are designed for walking rather than riding motorbikes.

More common is Daygamer Sole. This is an increasing numbness in the bottom of your feet precipitated by walking on pavement, concrete, asphalt and- God forbid- the cobbled streets of Prague. After a few days of 20,000+ steps you can find your feet bones ache and you lose sensation in them. This is usually a good time to transition to well-cushioned Nikes, or take a day off. Be sure to lie on your bed with your feet up against a wall to let the blood drain out of your swollen tootsies.

One ailment that is rather less comical is Daygamer Knee.

I got this in 2018. Essentially, too much walking around on hard surfaces had made my left knee ache. It was an odd sensation. It wasn’t acutely painful nor was mobility hindered, but it felt like my left leg had walked three times further than my right. The knee felt fatigued. When the condition worsened my knee felt weak and hollow, with a persistent dull ache.

I tried the usual things without success. I changed footwear, took longer rest in the evenings, and even tried a couple of months with drastically reduced average daily step counts. Nothing really changed. I started to wonder if I’d messed up my knee. I was still capable of three/four-hour walking sessions but suddenly my knee health was something to be nursed. My walking capacity was limited by the endurance of my joint rather than my muscles, or fitness, or patience.

Shite.

I decided to try diet supplementation. First off was glucosamine sulphate capsules, a well-known treatment for joint pain. It helped a little. It took about a week to notice a difference and it reduced the ache by perhaps 25%. That was helpful but not satisfactory. Then my pal Juggernaut suggested daily MSM powder.

MSM?

Methlysulfonylmethane

It’s cheap as chips on Amazon and comes in big fuck-off-sized tubs. £13 buys you six months supply. Usually there’s a little plastic scoop included. Recommended dosage is 1g four times daily. I mix 2g in a glass of water, once in the morning and once before bedtime. I use the 100% pure powder rather than fancy-dan proprietary mixes because in the latter its the MSM that does all the work.

Results were immediate and satisfactory.

Within three days the ache was almost gone and by a fortnight my knee felt as good as new. There were no side-effects. I could now comfortably handle strings of 20,000+ steps days in succession without flare-ups. When I ran out of MSM and couldn’t dose for a few weeks I’d notice the old symptoms re-emerge, suggesting that MSM doesn’t fix the underlying issue but it is what keeps the symptoms at bay. I’ve been taking it daily since early 2019 and don’t intend to stop.

I strongly suggest anyone suffering Daygamer Knee, or indeed any joint aches, look into it.

And I suggest even more strongly that you buy Daygame Overkill, a fantastic 5.5hour video instructional showing me in-field with hot Croatian girls and detailed analysis of the sets and how to replicate them. Buy it here.

[1] Xants and Thomas Crown, for example
[2] And most definitely not in the hope that the term catches on

“Heal like Wolverine!” says the marketing pitch.

Well, BPC-157 is a peptide and it can’t be patented so there’s not actually any marketing done, any more than generic paracetamol is marketed. No money in it, is there? What I mean is that’s what all the internet yahoos are saying about it. BPC is an abbreviation of Body Protection Compound and BPC-157 is a peptide produced naturally by the human body in the gut. It’s legal to buy in the UK but has not been approved for human use and is therefore labelled as “research only” and “not for human use” [1].

Woah there, Nick! Back up a bit. Peptides?

It was all new to me two months ago so let me fill you in on what I’ve found out. Peptides are long chains of amino acids produced naturally in the human body. We produce tens of thousands of them and each functions as a signalling device to regulate all kinds of normal bodily processes. Scientists have so far isolated about 200 of them to get a good idea what each of the 200 does and how to synthesise them in a laboratory. Most are of no interest to us, covering boring processes, but a few stand out and have been claimed by the sports science and anti-ageing communities.

The reason you don’t hear much about them is because drug companies cannot patent a naturally-occuring amino acid and thus there’s no pot of gold at the end of the human trials and FDA approval rainbow. Additionally, most peptides cannot survive stomach acids (they get broken down fast) and thus are a waste of time administering orally. So, unlike vitamins, you have to inject them. That immediately rules out almost all normies from wanting anything to do with them [2]. Peptides are “underground” in that hardly anyone talks about them but they are scientifically researched, synthesised and administered. It’s not homeopathy.

BPC-157 is already in widespread use amongst physiotherapists and conditioning coaches for elite athletes. The drug testing authorities such as USADA are well aware of it and have not placed it on the controlled substances list because they don’t judge its effects performance enhancing according to their criteria.

So, what does it do?

BPC-157 reduces inflammation and aids the healing of soft tissue, particularly ligaments and tendons. It has a sister peptide called TB-500 which does much the same thing but with a bias more towards muscle repair [3]. It’s long been used in race horses to aid healing and now pro athletes get it to reduce their time recovering form injury.

Word on the street is it more than halves recovery time from soft tissue injuries.

What got me interested were all the internet testimonials that it can also heal stubborn long-term injuries that have been previously resistant to other methods, such as rotator cuff, ACL, and tennis elbow. I’ve had a nagging tendonitis in my right shoulder for over ten years [4] and nothing has fixed it. The physios gave me exercises to no avail. A long time away from bag work didn’t help. BPC-157 sounded like a good shot to sort it once and for all.

I bought mine from UK-Peptides for £109 for five small 5mg bottles, each reconstituting with water to be a week’s supply, five weeks total. I also bought bacteriostatic water to mix into it, and a box of 100 insulin needles (0,5ml with tiny 0,30mm points) and sterile swabs from Medical Supplies UK.

Internet advice was conflicted on the best dosage protocol. One school of thought says reconstituted BPC-157 is unstable and extremely short ester (like, half an hour) so you should inject it as close to the injured area as possible. Others say that doesn’t matter so do it anywhere that’s comfortable, such as thigh or subcutaneously around midsection, is fine. Yet another school of thought says BPC-157 is reasonably resilient to stomach acid (it does actually exist there naturally) so it will have a more systemic effect orally and additionally promotes gut health.

What I settled on was: one 15mmg in the bad shoulder, another 15mmg in my left shoulder (similar issue but far less pronounced), and then 15mmg orally by spraying from syringe directly onto my tongue.

I did that for three weeks.

The results were immediate and encouraging. The anti-inflammatory effect was noticeable within one day and by the end of week one the pain was completely gone. My shoulder trouble comes and goes, with long periods of barely noticeable discomfort and then periodic flare ups, of up to a week, of very bothersome aching and occasionally even sharp pain. Just two weeks before beginning the BPC-157 my left shoulder had flared so badly that any kind of movement anywhere on my upper body sent shooting pain along my shoulder. It was so bad I couldn’t find a comfortable sleeping position and it took me a minute to slowly get out of bed, and a further hour before my shoulder felt normal. That’s what had spurred me to take a chance of BPC-157, deciding this was no longer tolerable.

So, within a week all that was gone. My shoulders still felt a bit hollow and bothersome, but no actual pain. By the end of week two my left shoulder felt 100% and my right shoulder the best it had in years. My right shoulder has been twitchy for years and by the end of week three that was gone too. Both felt 100%.

I stopped my course then, as I was flying to Serbia.

I hesitate to say BPC-157 fixed my shoulder problems due to the following confounding variables:

1. I wasn’t at the gym this period, due to lockdown, so my shoulders weren’t coming under their usual weight-lifting pressure. The recovery could be as much due to a lay-off as to the BPC-157 itself.
2. The shoulder pain would always wax and wane naturally, so maybe I was injecting the peptide during a period my shoulder pain would’ve reduced naturally.

It’s too soon to talk about anything permanent. For all I know, the BPC-157 had a temporary anti-inflammatory effect to reduce pain but did nothing to heal the underlying injury and thus it’ll all flare up again once the inflammation resumes.

So, my personal anecdotal results are optimistic but inconclusive. I’ve still got two bottles of the stuff left (and I’m told by my coach it’s legal to purchase in Serbia). If my shoulders act up again, I’ll resume my above protocol. There’s also an additional slightly comical reason why my research is inconclusive.

Once constituted with water, BPC-157 is unstable and is best kept in a dark, cold place such as the refrigerator. Some internet sources say it doesn’t really matter so long as it is out of direct sunlight. Others say no, it must be refrigerated. Well, I couldn’t put mine in the fridge because I was staying at my parents’ house and thus (i) my mother would freak the fuck out if there’s a research chemical in the fridge and (ii) she’s so absent minded now she’d probably drink it herself or throw it in the bin. Thus I had to keep mine behind some books on my bookcase. It’s quite possible that only day one of each week’s injection was the full-strength stuff and the rest might’ve been no more than a placebo.

Obviously now that I’ve got my big boy pants on in Serbia I can put the next lot in the fridge.

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[1] Seeing as bodybuilders will inject themselves with Trenbolone designed to bulk up the Belgian Blue dairy cow, obviously that is not going to stop them trying BPC-157
[2] And, initially, ruled out me too for that very reason.
[3] I haven’t tried it but might do so.
[4] Due to boxing. I’m southpaw and really like jabbing. After thousands of rounds punching the heavy bag, with a heavy predisposition towards my lead hand, I started to damage my shoulder.

I’ve long believed that the way you get a women says a lot about what you’ll experience from her. It’s one of the many reasons I avoid Tinder. Only about 10% of girls have a Tinder account and they are essentially putting themselves in a very obvious shop window on an app known for hook-ups. The usual Tinder date involves meeting them close to your apartment and banging them within a couple of hours, then feeling a bit disgusted with yourself for scraping the barrel. You don’t, of course, see these girls again.

Nothing wrong with that from a casual sex perspective [1] but you are basically filtering for lunatics and sluts. I’ve never been into that demographic and time has only made me more averse to it.

At the other end of the spectrum is social circle, where a girl sees you around for months, can watch you closely in your interactions with others, and then eventually tips her cap at you and chases you down. That’s how most men get girlfriends and then backwards-rationalise the process as if they were the party doing the picking up. Nothing wrong with that either, and the main reason I avoid social circle game is because of how the tiny pool of prospects essentially cripples your choice. You end up taking what you’re given. That’s never been my style of living.

Daygame has it’s own pros and cons for what type of women you’ll meet and what you can expect from them. My own personal experience has run the gamut from lunatics looking to get quickly fucked to archetypal good-girl virgins hoping to get married. What interests me today is a particular type of daygame girl: Easy Come Easy Go.

Have a look at this video. This chick was such a case.

She’s rather nice, no? I was sitting on the patio of Kamchatka bar on Kuznetsky Most one evening with Roy and Seven, drinking a beer and not very full of social energy. Roy was with one of the birds he’d pulled [2] and I was staring into space wondering when I should go home. Then the blonde chick of the video rushed passed.

I felt rather than saw her IOI. Jedi mind powers or ninjitsu, I guess.

It was an easy set. She was loving ‘umble Krauser from the off and happily gave up her number. I pinged her two hours later and we struck up a chat. She was meeting friends then going to a nightclub to dance. I received a couple of club bathroom selfies (nothing naughty) and we set up a date the next evening in a fusion Asian restaurant next to Nikolskaya.

It was all so easy.

This chick, Tanya, was full of excitable energy and extremely agreeable. We were kissing within half an hour though I knew it was to be had within five minutes. Two hours later her pals picked her up outside the restaurant in a car and she went off to some other club. She sent me a video of her dancing on a podium (unofficially).

The second date a few days later was at a mall. She invited me out, pinging that she was in the centre. We ended up in the Irish bar where the above video was shot. It was another exceptionally easy date where Tanya proved to be full of beans and agreeable. I smelled a rat.

I had that gnawing feeling that other girls I’d dated like this had not put out. You get easy dates, easy make-outs, and probably even a bit of hands-up-the-sweater action but they rarely end in sex. That turned out to be the case with Tanya. She agreed to a third date by my apartment and walked straight into my room without murmur. I could just sense she had not come to fuck. We drank a beer, fooled around on the bed, and she was resolute about keeping her tights on. After two hours she was gone.

That was two days before the end of my trip so I considered it over. She replied to my message the next morning and then went radio silent. Easy come, easy go.

I’ve been trying to figure out why girls do this and I’ve hit upon a hypothesis. Everything about Tanya suggested she was a good-time gal. Not a slut. Tanya was looking for fresh experiences that would brighten up her life. She wanted excitement and happiness. If friends called and said “we’re going to drive out into the forest for a picnic, are you in?” she’d most certainly be in. Same for a bungee jump, a jazz concert, a finger paint class, or more nights dancing on a podium in a club. She wants diversions. She wants to drink from the cup of life.

I had (not in so many words) propositioned her with, “would you like to spend a few evenings fooling around with an exciting foreign man?”

She’d been all-in for that but sex wasn’t part of her deal. I don’t think it ever was. She was delightful company and I enjoyed our three dates but that’s all I was getting. And then when I left town she moved on to the next thrill [3]. This is why she was so easy and agreeable at everything up until the moment of truth. I’d never gotten the sense at any moment that she was hoping to get fucked, or even a Maybe Girl waiting to see whether I’d successfully seduce her. She was Yes from the first moment for fun while simultaneously a No for sex.

If you are quite prepared to have dalliances with such women while filtering through for the ones who do fuck, there’s no better way to build up leads than buying Daygame Overkill here for a detailed video guide on how to do daygame properly.

[1] Aside from the horrendous average quality, of course.
[2] The hottest of them, in my opinion. A tidy petite blonde.
[3] This is, of course, all supposition.

Now that my forty-sixth birthday is rapidly approaching, I’m intimately aware of my age. I can honestly admit that it’s preying on my mind. I ask myself: how long can I keep this up for?

I did my first daygame cold approach in 2009 when I was thirty-four years old. I do believe I asked myself a similar question back then: am I too old for this? At that time, I’d been propagandised into believing in “age appropriate” dating, that men should date women of about their own age. That was just normal. It’s what I’d seen all around me for decades. Older men dating young women were usually figures of ridicule for sitcoms and drama shows on TV.

Once I started getting dates with SMV-prime women- and eventually fucking them- it was a great liberation. I really wasn’t past it. I could do it! For the following ten years it felt like I’d been given a second youth. A second chance to do all the things I really ought to have done in my twenties. As readers of my interminably long memoir will surely attest, I took full advantage of my second chance.

But those ten years have gone. I’m forty-five now, soon to be forty-six. Is it still possible?

Covid suspended the possibility of finding out through the real-world feedback of daygame. I got a month’s worth of daygame in on my Moscow trip and that limited sample suggests that yes Nick, you’ve still got it. You’re still sexually relevant to prime-SMV hot birds. Great!

Nonetheless, I am not taking my extended SMP lifespan for granted. My mind is fixed very firmly on retaining my sexual relevance as long as possible, as I get a girlfriend and, eventually, a wife. I’m certainly not going to let myself get fat and knackered again. I am taking all things anti-ageing seriously now and I don’t care if that makes me a faggot. Some of my regime now:

1. Four-times weekly hard gym training with a personal trainer [1]
2. Target 15,000 steps daily, whether daygaming or not;
3. Calorie- and macro-controlled diet of healthy food with no junk;
4. Severely reduced alcohol and sugar consumption.
   

So far, so 2020. I’ve now added a few new items into the mix. These are currently on an experimental basis to see if they have a noticeable effect. If they don’t, I’ll drop them:

5. Daily supplementation of Vitamins B, C, D, and E, Zinc, Omega 3, Apple Cider Vinegar, and MSM;

6. Daily facial rub of Vitamin C serum and retinol [2]

7. A course of Epitalon;

8. A repair course of BPC-157.

I’m looking into the bio-hacking world to see if they have any additional reliable protocols for either extending health-span or limiting the effects of ageing (either literally, or even just the visible markers of ageing). This is a new passion of mine as I firmly believe that ageing can be slowed and many of the symptoms of ageing put off for decades. There’s no reason you have to be fat, lethargic, and knackered at fifty. Personally speaking, I look younger now than I did five years ago. I feel better than ever, even better than at the peak of my kickboxing aged twenty-six.

Obviously, I know ageing is remorseless and unavoidable. However, you don’t have to surrender to it immediately. If there’s reader interest, I’ll go into more detail on each element of my regime.

Young and free, or old and knackered, I’m still the world’s best daygame coach. If you want to max out your own daygame skills, you have to get my Daygame Overkill video instruction series here. There’s nothing else even comes close.

[1] I just restarted in Belgrade this Monday and I’m very pleased to be back on it.

[2] Defo the gayest part of my regime.