Friday, 30 November 2012

That night we'll never re-live

I think I need to stop writing these at work. You can't see what this office looks like but believe me it's hardly Club Tropicana.

Imagine the set of a terrible sitcom set in the 1970's featuring a load of belligerent and disgruntled factory workers and their out of touch boss. The walls are white woodchip and the shelves are full of nonsense.

I share it with a gentleman called Matt Spooner. He, like myself, is a cynical Samaritan.

We both want to help people but, in the modern workplace, that really isn't enough anymore. It's about ticking boxes and jumping through hoops to ensure that people I'll never meet make more money than I'll ever see in a lifetime.

I think that's the problem with teaching in this kind of training provider context.

Everything is done to make money, not to help people out. I'm pretty sure that my cynical side has flourished more in two years here than it did during six years teaching young offenders.

Anyhow what's the point of this one?

There isn't a point I don't think. Writing just stops me thinking. I think that's why I'm doing it. I've not got a point or a message but sometimes I wonder if there always has to be one.

When I first started writing I would ponder for hours over drafts of different text. I'm not saying I don't edit things now but I often find that when I switch off a little bit that the best stuff happens. It's hard to define best . I think I mean writing that's a more accurate reflection of where I currently am.

It's Friday and

As I was writing this my boss walked in and gave me something menial to do so I look busy. It's the inference that I'm somehow mutinous that I resent the most I think.

Anyhow I digress.

I hope you people have a great weekend.
Thanks for taking the time
Speak soon
Take Care

Friday, 23 November 2012

Fight UK 8 - Vader Time

It's nearly the end of the year again. I spend so much time reading this blog at work. I'm not sure what that says about how I feel about what I do.

Maybe it's just the fact that whenever I read these pages I'm transported back to where ever I'm talking about. If I'm sitting behind my desk at work with a bowl of Chicken and Sweetcorn soup on a rainy Tuesday, I'm only a click away from being back somewhere else. I love it. I miss it. I'm lucky.

I wonder why there's this much escapism in all of this?

Maybe that's what makes writing so liberating in some respects. The second you think about what you're writing you stop writing.

That's why I love it. It's like it's someone else talking in my voice and I'm trying to relay their message as best as I can. I'm not the best typist since I quit playing WoW but that was always going to happen.

Once again the sway in my outlook, this time bought on by the Generation Terrorists re-issue, is a little more sunsetty but I think that's just because it's dark and I'm sleepy more than any kind of motivational shift.

I commentated Fight UK 8 this weekend just gone. In short it was pretty amazing. In long there's some points under here for you to digest.
  • The Athena in Leicester really is a nice place to be in. I can imagine me seeing a band that I secretly hate there because they've signed to a major label. A bit like when Thrice signed to Island but, that being said, The Artist in the Ambulance is fairly respectable but nowhere near as good as The Illusion of Safety.
  • Asim Hul Haq went B.J. Penn style out of the cage after he won. I wondered if he was going to come back. It was a starching knee he caught Trueman with. Great scrap that.
  • I've said it before and I'll say it again, Michal Andryszak is a legitimate HW prospect. You can see Bellator giving him the nod before too long. He's a perfect fit for them. Or KSW obviously.
  • Match making is a fine art. Good job from Ali. It's not a coincidence that all these fights are close.
  • Maciek Slonina wasn't playing. As soon as a guy who you think will lose starts rolling for a leg, it's time to rethink your bets
Vader Time?


Don't you remember that Fear when Vader cut promos? That feeling that he was legitimately going to hurt someone? Matt Hallam may be one of the toughest human beings I've seen for a very long time because the second Bahati started landing those elbows I couldn't believe just how much heart he showed. The man took some mad  punishment and never looked close to tapping which prompted a good stoppage.

I don't worry about fighters. It's their decision. They understand their responsibilities. That's not my point. The second Bahati landed that first big elbow though, I got a split second of "Fuuuuuuu" before I started trying to sum it up. I think it's because the fight was so hyped and the crowd were so alive. We're only human at the end of the day I guess.

This all doesn't stop getting surreal by the way.
I just get better at masking the contempt I grow for the 9-5 on a daily basis.

I guess sometimes survival really is as natural as sorrow.

Until we meet again.
Take Care
See you real soon