back again
Its been a shitload of time since I lasted blogged.
I’ve came on a few times and started writing only to bugger off and not finish it.
I’ll start with this small blog and hopefully ease myself back into regular blogging.
As I type i’m currently entering my 4th hour of a 24 hour fast. Making weight is the worst part of fighting but it has to be done,it’s part of the job.
My aim is to be 66kg tomorrow,i’m currently 70kg.
My leisure plans this evening consist of filling the bath with hot water(as hot as i can take it ) pouring 1 kilo of salt into said water then sitting in the bath for approx 20-30 mins. This is an extremely shite way to spend an evening so i’ll be expecting sympathy about now…………..
No? fuckers.
After this salt bath i’ll proceed to lie butt naked on the bath room floor as the world spins around me. Then I shall attempt to drag my sorry carcass into my bed room and lie there until i’m feeling a bit more human.
From there I shall no doubt have a sleepless night and any sleep I do manage will be filled with dreams of cups of tea and slices of toast.
'D'YOU WANNA BE A FUCKIN' FIGHTER!?!?'
eh at the moment…not fucking really thanks very much
To get myself through such trying times I have a few thing to occupy myself with.
Marvel Zombies
Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 which i last played this time last year when cutting weight
Manny Pacquiao book which i bought today.
Pacman has over the course of the past 3 years become my favourite fighter of all time and watching him manhandle Antonio Margarito last week was amazing. I’ve watched the fight 3 times since and i’ll probably watch it many times again.
He doesnt cut weight anymore either the lucky fucker! If i choose to fight at my walk around weight i’d be fighting guys cutting down from over 80kgs,which wouldnt be so bad if we were just boxing but once grappling comes into it…even 5 kilos feels a lot.
for constant updates on my moaning -> www.twitter.com/hurricane_dnft
Anyway all of this pales in comparison to many other tragic things happening in the world right now. In other words…i’m being a bitch.
Sadly on Wednesday Michael Strachan and his sister Maia were killed in a car crash.
Big Mike was one of the Griphouse members and fighters.
I didn’t know Mike that well but he was always a nice chatty dude and fun to spar with. 5’10 me versus 6’5 him made for an interesting spar. 
He was only 28 and recently married.
At my fight this weekend i’ll be carrying a squadren t shirt that he gave me for coaching his Marines into my corner.
I hope that that or this doesn’t come across as a cheesy tribute, just want to wish the big guy well and have him go out fighting.
R.I.P
