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
“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. “— simple yet very clever. That’s was good writing
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Haha! Thanks.
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