MMA has never really been my thing. I remember my first dalliance with it, as a lock in at the pub my pal worked in. Me, Davey, my pal, his pal and one other customer. Me playing pool, whilst the other customer demonstrated hand to hand combat on Davey by gesturing to punch him in the face but stopping his hand about a millimetre before his spotty coupon. I’ve never seen Davey look so uncomfortable, and Davey has had hundreds of conversations with my maw. The hours wore on, and eventually play fighting and talking about mediocre Robert De Niro movies became passée, so we fired the tele on. Oh some UFC? Dont mind if I do. People tell me this is like pro wrestling, except its REAL. Who wouldn’t love that? Continue reading →