This is the problem I find of living in rural Wales. There are all these (and I am sure that no one will object to me using the term) "heroes" of strength and muscle all over the United Kingdom and I am not able to visit them and say "Sir, you are a true credit to the world of fitness and health" before I read about them dying. Are there any in rural Wales that I can get to and just pass on my appreciation of their efforts?
"Great heavens, what is there to adulate in me? Am I particularly intelligent, or remarkably studious, or excruciatingly witty, or unusually accomplished, or exceptionally virtuous?"
(The Duke of Dunstable, Patience by Gilbert and Sullivan)