I stayed up...
watching the UFC championships(a sort of no holds barred fighting) on Bravo last night.
Two grown men enter the Octogan and wallop seven shades of crap out of each other in five minute rounds. Sometimes the welter weights can be a bit lumbersome, but last nights fights were very good, well except BJ Penn-who I had money on.
This is a splendid way to spend a Sunday evening. It is drama at its very best. There was blood, fear, fury, kicking, eyes swelling shut, a broken hand, sweat, adrenaline, money exchanged hands( there and here, I called two fights perfectly-go on the Dean of Mean! but stupid BJ Penn let me down by beng fat and not furious, stupid BJ, he can't grapple for toffee and yet he always ends up on canvas looking slightly surprised. I mean he is super flexible, so why can he not grapple? I just don't understand it)
Anyway there here was cheering clapping and much swearing. Oh there was also Martinis, beer and crisps. I get so over excited by fights that I end up screaming at the telly and jumping up and down on the spot. It must be how people felt watching the Gladiators of old.
Naturally today I am feeling very delicate. So I am going now to gobble aspirn and drink copious amounts of coffee.