I know it sounds very self aggrandising but I am utterly loyal to those I care about. I would quite happily stand shoulder to shoulder with them when its all kicking off as I know they’d do the same for me. Its like jail, a subject ill return to. In there are some very untrustworthy people (shock there!) banged up. However, I did make some very good friends in the grey bar hotel and given the nature of jail, sometimes situations would occur where it would be time for us to step up and stand with out friends, whether it be against another con or a screw. Thankfully it didn’t happen too often.
You may think there’s no reason for me to be on this train of thought but you’d be wrong, oh so very wrong.
See, the gym I mostly use is split in two, both literally and figuratively. There are 2 rooms, and the room I train in is run by John, my coach whereas the other room is run by Chris who is also the gym owner. Us that train with John are seen as a club with in a club and that’s fine by me. However for a couple reasons Chris is jealous of John and constantly runs him down, but not in obvious ways. Last night we got in and were about to start our warm up (50 x press ups, 50 x squat thrusts, 50 x star jumps and 50 x tuck jumps) when Tony, one of the other coaches came in and said we were all to go into Chris’s room to watch a DVD on the basics of boxing. Now I’ve been training for more than 2 years and I know my stuff. Some of the others in with me have been training for over 15 years. The tone was very condescending and the thing went on for 30 minutes. That’s a quarter of the session gone. As we filed out, Chris made a few barbed comments and I copped the raving hump.
John took me to one side as he could see I was fuming.
He said that he didn’t want to see me fuck things up now, given that I am close to my goal of a fight. He also said that he wants to achieve my goal with me and that he’d be in my corner the entire way. He said that seeing me climb into the ring would be one of his proudest moments, as good as seeing Louis, his son, win a tournament. He told me not to let it go, not now as he wanted to achieve all that with me and that if I did screw it up, I would let him down.
I cannot tell you how much of a boost that was to me. I know that at it’s purest, I’ll be fighting for me, that there’ll will physically only be me in the ring but I know full well that I’ll have John behind me and I’ll be representing him. Without wanting to sound gushing, if John told me to go run through a brick wall, I’d give it a go. I do not know if this will come across well but that’s about the only way I can explain it.
Friday, 31 August 2012
Sunday, 26 August 2012
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
This morning, I woke up early doors and decided to use the opportunity to go a little run. Nothing major, just a hill sprint and then a circuit of The Lines. As I ran up there I saw a couple of things that gave me pause for thought. Well by that meant they played on my mind a little, I didn’t literally stop.
As I went along one path in particular, one that is lined with benches for people to pause on (parts of The Lines are very steep), I was stunned to see the amount of dirty needles, broken glass and drugs paraphernalia just left lying around. I shouldn’t be surprised by the depths that humanity can sink to but seeing it in what is a beautiful place, with lots of lovely wildlife upset me a little. Perhaps it is the juxtaposition of the bucolic splendour of an early morning shared with foxes, badgers and such with the squalor of the waste that us humans can leave behind.
As I wound round the rest of the Lines, I tried putting that out of my mind. I was doing fairly well, with the tunes blasting out of my iPod until I came through one of the wooded areas. I’m fairly open minded and all that but there’s not a lot that could have prepared me for coming across two men rumping! I didn’t stay to watch, I carried on right past, lest they invite me to join in their early morning rendezvous!
I got home nice n tired and somewhat mentally scarred and took care of the pets, feeding all of them. I watched a little telly and then got the hump with that and decided to pop out. Now I know I may have said before how I would quite happily kill most of the population of Medway. Think of it liking pruning the dead leaves from a tree. Anyhow, we have more than our fair share of colourful characters, and that is a nice way of saying it! One of these ‘people’ is the Whistling Busker. Now you’ll have to forgive the Youtube video. The two men there come across aright douche bags but the Whistling Busker is beyond annoying. He’s not above stealing from charity shops. Anyway I saw him acting inappropriate around two busty young maidens. Now in all fairness they had 4 fantastic breasts between them but he was leaning right over and leering at them. They were clearly uncomfortable with this. I went over to fuck him off but as I got there, a guy from the coffee shop opposite had the same idea and we both encouraged him to leave.
After that charming interlude I just sort of mooched through Chatham high st, with nothing in particular to do. It was a nice day out, not too hot and so I did something ive not done for a long while. I bought some bread and went to the riverside and fed the wildfowl. I’m not sure why I like doing that but it does fill me with an enormous sense of wellbeing. It’s one of my favoured places in Medway and when I get the photo aspect of this blog up and running, I look forward to showing you exactly why.
Aside from that I aint really
As I went along one path in particular, one that is lined with benches for people to pause on (parts of The Lines are very steep), I was stunned to see the amount of dirty needles, broken glass and drugs paraphernalia just left lying around. I shouldn’t be surprised by the depths that humanity can sink to but seeing it in what is a beautiful place, with lots of lovely wildlife upset me a little. Perhaps it is the juxtaposition of the bucolic splendour of an early morning shared with foxes, badgers and such with the squalor of the waste that us humans can leave behind.
As I wound round the rest of the Lines, I tried putting that out of my mind. I was doing fairly well, with the tunes blasting out of my iPod until I came through one of the wooded areas. I’m fairly open minded and all that but there’s not a lot that could have prepared me for coming across two men rumping! I didn’t stay to watch, I carried on right past, lest they invite me to join in their early morning rendezvous!
I got home nice n tired and somewhat mentally scarred and took care of the pets, feeding all of them. I watched a little telly and then got the hump with that and decided to pop out. Now I know I may have said before how I would quite happily kill most of the population of Medway. Think of it liking pruning the dead leaves from a tree. Anyhow, we have more than our fair share of colourful characters, and that is a nice way of saying it! One of these ‘people’ is the Whistling Busker. Now you’ll have to forgive the Youtube video. The two men there come across aright douche bags but the Whistling Busker is beyond annoying. He’s not above stealing from charity shops. Anyway I saw him acting inappropriate around two busty young maidens. Now in all fairness they had 4 fantastic breasts between them but he was leaning right over and leering at them. They were clearly uncomfortable with this. I went over to fuck him off but as I got there, a guy from the coffee shop opposite had the same idea and we both encouraged him to leave.
After that charming interlude I just sort of mooched through Chatham high st, with nothing in particular to do. It was a nice day out, not too hot and so I did something ive not done for a long while. I bought some bread and went to the riverside and fed the wildfowl. I’m not sure why I like doing that but it does fill me with an enormous sense of wellbeing. It’s one of my favoured places in Medway and when I get the photo aspect of this blog up and running, I look forward to showing you exactly why.
Aside from that I aint really
Saturday, 25 August 2012
Let The Games Begin
Over this bank holiday weekend here in my home town there’s a sporting event going on. Not the Olympics, though that would be cool. In actual fact I am miles more excited about this one.
It’s the Transplant Games, an opportunity for people who have had organ transplants to compete.
Just think about that for a second. These men and women (and children) have had major surgery and still want to get out there and run, throw and whatever. For me that is even more impressive then some of those competing in London who have been handheld the way through, not to diminish their achievement of course. I’m heading up to watch some of it over the weekend.
Now here’s the thing. Given the Olympics, given the Paralympics next week and the Transplant Games this weekend, what excuse will the bloaters give for stuffing their face with crap or not doing any exercise? How they can be so gross when even a 6 year old can run a race after having surgery?
It’s the Transplant Games, an opportunity for people who have had organ transplants to compete.
Just think about that for a second. These men and women (and children) have had major surgery and still want to get out there and run, throw and whatever. For me that is even more impressive then some of those competing in London who have been handheld the way through, not to diminish their achievement of course. I’m heading up to watch some of it over the weekend.
Now here’s the thing. Given the Olympics, given the Paralympics next week and the Transplant Games this weekend, what excuse will the bloaters give for stuffing their face with crap or not doing any exercise? How they can be so gross when even a 6 year old can run a race after having surgery?
Sunday, 19 August 2012
Snakes Alive
My name is tony and I am a snakeaholic…(yes I know that’s not a real word but fuck you, this is my blog!)
A few weeks back I started with Grand Moff Tarkin, a Royal Python. Look a few posts back and you’ll see pics of him. Actually im assuming it’s a him but I don’t know where a snakes bits are! Anyhow, when he is full grown, in around 2 years or so. He’ll reach maybe 5 foot in length and be nice and chunky round the middle. He has a brilliant temperament and is very chilled and lazy. He’s eating well, wolfing down a small rat every week. Fairly soon I’ll move him up to a larger sized rat and then increase the interval between feeding.
I also got this lovely lady, Kira.
She’s a Corn Snake, a species native to the eastern half of America. She’s much slimmer in the body than Grand Moff Tarkin but will achieve more or less the same length. She’s also quite chilled but was a feisty little sod when I first got her home. Interestingly, with corns snakes and with royal pythons there are many different colour variations, and some of these go for astonishing amounts. My 2 are examples of the ‘normal’ colouration.
Then there’s my new snake.
That’s Nagini, a Boa Constrictor. If you want to be poncey and get her latin name for her species, she’s a boa constrictor imperator. If Nagini IS female then she’ll reach around 12ft in length and will be very chunky and strong. If male then slightly smaller at around 9ft but again, very strong. She’s a baby now so is eating rat pups but as she gets bigger. So will her dinner and eventually she’ll eat large rats and medium rabbits.
I’m now thinking about getting a cobra….
My pets will fuck your pets up!
A few weeks back I started with Grand Moff Tarkin, a Royal Python. Look a few posts back and you’ll see pics of him. Actually im assuming it’s a him but I don’t know where a snakes bits are! Anyhow, when he is full grown, in around 2 years or so. He’ll reach maybe 5 foot in length and be nice and chunky round the middle. He has a brilliant temperament and is very chilled and lazy. He’s eating well, wolfing down a small rat every week. Fairly soon I’ll move him up to a larger sized rat and then increase the interval between feeding.
I also got this lovely lady, Kira.
She’s a Corn Snake, a species native to the eastern half of America. She’s much slimmer in the body than Grand Moff Tarkin but will achieve more or less the same length. She’s also quite chilled but was a feisty little sod when I first got her home. Interestingly, with corns snakes and with royal pythons there are many different colour variations, and some of these go for astonishing amounts. My 2 are examples of the ‘normal’ colouration.
Then there’s my new snake.
That’s Nagini, a Boa Constrictor. If you want to be poncey and get her latin name for her species, she’s a boa constrictor imperator. If Nagini IS female then she’ll reach around 12ft in length and will be very chunky and strong. If male then slightly smaller at around 9ft but again, very strong. She’s a baby now so is eating rat pups but as she gets bigger. So will her dinner and eventually she’ll eat large rats and medium rabbits.
I’m now thinking about getting a cobra….
My pets will fuck your pets up!
Friday, 10 August 2012
Evolving
Much like Charlie Darwin posited, things evolve this blog never really had a purpose or particular subject matter but inevitably it was most often about my boxing.
Since the recent and continuing health scare, I've had time to think and one of the things I've decided to do is to change this blog around a bit. As well as ranting on health and fitness issues, I'll do more general stuff as well as utilising my digital camera and using a few photos to brighten things up.
I've also decided, as of tomorrow at some point, to do a film blog.
Look forward to seeing you there.
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