The Boxing Unicorn Not-Coffee

Hi,

If we were having a coffee this week I might force you to have a Southport version of the Unicorn Frappuccino instead.

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I had no idea that unicorns tasted so fruity.  I was expecting something meaty, maybe along to lines of Bovril.  No such thing.

As I write, I’m absolutely shattered so maybe we should have caffeine! Yesterday was a really fun day, but a long and tiring one.  I went down to Wembley to watch the Anthony Joshua v Wladimir Klitschko boxing match.  I’m not going to write too much  about the fight here now cause I’m going to do a dedicated post in the next few days.  You don’t have to be a boxing fan to read it either, so please come back to check it out.

(Those promotional sentences still feel a bit wrong!)

This is the story of the day anyway and some thoughts.

I got the bus down from Manchester at 8.30am which meant it was an early start.  I’m not a fan of long journeys where I’m not in control of when and where we stop, so I got to the city early to get supplies and have as many last minute toilet visits I could squeeze in!

The bus set off on time and it was a pretty easy journey.  There were only two annoyances.

The first was the sun shining brightly through red plastic.  That wasn’t as annoying as the guy behind having to put his hands over the seat next to mine.  I bet he’s one of those people who, when he sits in the back of a car, is one of those who has to lean forward to talk to the people in the front so the only thing you can see in the rear view mirror is his face.

I also contemplated the use of the word “f*ck”.  I think I’ll right a parental advisory explicit content post on this one too.

The bus arrived at Wembley stadium just before 1pm with gates opening at 17.30 and the boxing starting at 18.30.  For anyone who has never, there are two important things to know about Wembley – there isn’t much to do other than eat and drink (that’s not too bad, obviously!) and it’s always cold.

I saw this guy taking a classic no look selfie.

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I took a normal selfie to prove I was there / could you use Photoshop (the latter for those of you who are more cynical and think I actually stayed at home in my PJs).

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It was a bad hair day but if I was having to get up early on a Saturday to go to an event like this I wasn’t going  to make too much effort.

I also planned my next Wembley visit.  Who wouldn’t want to see Steps live? It would be a “tragedy” not to.

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While sitting in front of the Arena I was interested by “fashion” (says someone distinctly unfashionable).  Women can wear fashionable clothes or pretty much anything and look amazing, but things seen as fashionable for men look daft to me.  I know people like skinny jeans and things that fit well look good, but skinny jeans that enable you to see outlines of all sorts are just wrong.

When these skinny jeans are rolled half way up calves and accompanied by silly shoes they look worse.  Even worse still is when they’re worn by gym bros for whom size is everything because you have to be genetically blessed to be able to balance torso and leg size.

The gates opened on time and I went in straight away to find my seat and food.  The food was a hotdog and 6 Krispy Kreme doughnuts, two of which were saved for breakfast this morning.  I also bought a programme and was disappointed to find a typo in something that cost me £10.

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The boxing started with a fairly long undercard, although two of the fights didn’t happen for some reason.

I’m a little conflicted about boxing.  Every sport, when you boil it down, is a simple and rather boring sounding affair.  Football is people trying to kick a ball in to a net.  Motorsport is people driving fast machines, often in circles.  Boxing is two people trying to hit each other in the face and, when viewed as such, probably shouldn’t even be seen as a sport.  If it was animals fighting, we’d have banned it and I’m not sure consent to being punched in the face is suitable justification.

Two men in the crowd decided to stage their own match and got arrested.

And yet the fighters come out in sparkling shorts and fancy gowns to music and flashing lights.  Punters get dressed up in suits and arse skimming dresses (in one case last night it was skimming the top of her arse rather than the bottom of it, too).  The whole thing is incongruous because it’s brutal, boring on the surface but fundamentally, deep down, entertainment for participants and spectators alike.

Anyway, I did find myself really getting in to it, especially the main event.  I found myself biting my nails and rubbing my chin – things I always do when I’m pensive.  When Joshua won, I was really pleased for him.

The atmosphere inside Wembley was electric.  I’ve been there before when capacity is 80,000 and usually split between two opposing teams.  This was 90,000 people of whom at least 89,000 were supporting the home town boy.  When the referee ended the contest, the roof came off.  It was an amazing experience.

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The bus was back on the road by midnight.  Aware that I had to be behind the wheel myself in four hours or so, I tried to get some sleep which I largely managed.  However, I had a window seat and bus windows make very cold pillows.  My nose and the left side of my face were far too chilly to sleep properly.

Also this week I found an absolute bargain table cloth.

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What a find.

If you read my post last Sunday you might remember I was feeling a little low.  This week has been a little better, but still up and down.  The person in question and I used to talk about dreams, trying to translate the ones we had.  We seemed to dream prolifically on opposing moon phases!  Dreams should always be translated as what they mean to the dreamer, but whenever I looked at hers they always had a theme of being affected by something in the past that she couldn’t quite shake and that that interfered with what she really wanted.

I had a dream including her for the first time in ages last week.  There were a group of us there, wherever it was.  We walked past a cafe and two of the cast of Neighbours were sat at an outside table.  They were drinking tea with beans in and I pointed it out cause she liked tea and, while I’m not a massive fan of beans, there is a connection there.

Nothing has changed at work, for anyone interested.  I’m getting annoyed by a lack of paperwork and a lack of anyone showing an interest.

I forgot to post two new Pokémon last week, partly because they’re not exactly new.  But, for those interested which I anticipate is fewer than those who care about my work situation, here is a party hat male Raichu and a female Raichu.

Hope you had a great week.  Now drink up – I need to go back to bed.

Here at night
In a lost and lonely part of town
Held in time
In a wad of tears I slowly drown
Going home
I just can’t make it all alone
I really should be holding you
holding you , loving you
Loving you

Tragedy…
When the feelings gone
And you can’t go on it’s
Tragedy…
When the morning cries
And you don’t know why , it’s
Hard to bear
With no-one to love you
Your going nowhere
Tragedy…

When you lose control
And you got no soul , it’s
Tragedy…
When the morning cries
And you don’t know why , it’s
Hard to bear
With no-one beside you
Your goin’ nowhere

Night and day
There’s a burnin’ down
inside of me
Burnin’ love
With a yearning that won’t
Let me be
Down I go
And I just can’t take it all alone
I really should be holding you
Holding you , loving you
Loving you

Tragedy…
When the feelings gone
And you can’t go on it’s
Tragedy…
When the morning cries
And you don’t know why , it’s
Hard to bear
With no-one to love you
Your going nowhere

Tragedy…
When you lose control
And you got no soul , it’s
Tragedy…
When the morning cries
And you don’t know why , it’s
Hard to bear
With no-one beside you
Your goin’ nowhere

Tragedy…
When the feelings gone
And you can’t go on it’s
Tragedy…
When the morning cries
And you don’t know why , it’s
Hard to bear
With no-one to love you
Your going nowhere

Tragedy…
When you lose control
And you got no soul , it’s
Tragedy…
When the morning cries
And your heart just dies
Hard to bear
With no-one beside you
Your goin’ nowhere

Tragedy by Steps (in this instance)

 

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