August 26th 2017

Today I’m staying up until 5am to watch a boxing match between a guy who isn’t a boxer, and the best boxer in the world. I feel like I already know who is gonna win. I reckon it’s going to be the professional boxer. It’s Floyd Mayweather (boxer) against Conor McGregor (not a boxer). 

I’ve never previously showed any interest in boxing because I don’t particularly rate it as a sport. I think it’s closer to a criminal offence than a sport, but that’s just my opinion. I don’t get how people can be entertained by it, to be honest, but that being said I have just paid a quarter of the £20 pay per view charge on Sky Box Office. 

We’ve also ordered a Domino’s so it’s not all bad. It’s not coming for an hour though. And the boxing doesn’t start for another two hours. For fucks sake. 

Until then it’s just beer. And/or cider. 

We went out for a bit to kill time but it’s still so far away. 

And I’m struggling because Josh has a cat and I gave it a cuddle even though I’m allergic. I knew it would make me sneeze but she’s so cute so it was worth it. 

Parsons has already retired to bed so we’re a man down already. 

And Rich just fell down the stairs, so we’re almost two men down. 

Two hours to go and I honestly don’t care who wins. My money is on the boxer, though. I think the boxer is probably going to beat the guy who isn’t the boxer in the boxing match. 

Until tomorrow, two more hours. 

Jacn