From April 2007. I remember that night well because I was teetotal at the time - it was a warm April day, the fights were good, and it was my first time at that venue. I travelled down to Nottingham with Karl, and the two of us went back to Billy’s house after the show. They got wrecked and I laughed at their ridiculousness. We got up early the next day and had a fry up, went to a carboot sale and then went training.
Wow, this month has been TOUGH.
Whatever your preconceptions of life in the publishing industry, putting together Fighters Only isn’t rocket science. It’s more like juggling about 20 different odd shaped objects all at once, while standing on a skateboard that someone is trying to kick from under you.
This is what rules my life month to month - the flatplan.
And all at the same time, there are people stood behind your back talking shit about you and waiting for you to fall so they can step in and claim they could do a better job. Not to mention the few members of the audience who boo incessantly, really wishing you’ll fail.
Well guess what? We got juggling skillz, for real. Everything that could have gone wrong, did, but fuck it if we didn’t pull it together, turn it around, slap it’s ass and call it daisy.
Next issue is gonna kick ass - you’ll see it in a week’s time.
I don’t play that many computer games, which is weird considering I’ve had some kind of computer or console since I was 8 years old. The most recent console I owned was a Playstation. I used to shred the PS2 back in the day, but that was a loooong time ago, when my house mate had use of one.
My new house mate brought with him an Xbox 360. Now this is by far the most evil invention to have in the house ever, especially if you work from home like I do. I don’t play it that much, rationing myself to a couple of tunes on Guitar Hero III a few nights a week - but with the release of the actual gameplay (and not just a pretty trailer) for the new UFC game, I’m thinking I might waste some serious time on that if I’m not careful. It doesn’t come out until next year though luckily, so that means my work won’t suffer until at least 2009.
Me and Dave Camarillo, BJJ and judo black belt and pretty awesome pioneer of ‘Guerrilla’ Jiu-Jitsu.
I was very happy to meet him 
Those of you who saw the pictures of my lacerated eye yesterday, thanks for kind comments. It’s going to heal just fine - I really was very lucky.
Here’s a pic from today, which shows a little of the damage to the eye itself.
Right in the fucking eye!
Tonight I was victim to a bizarre accident in training. Holding Thai pads for my partner, he threw a knee while pulling my head down at the same time. The buckle on the straps went through my bottom eyelid and lacerated my eye. Great.
More pics of the carnage After the jump. Read more »
A-fucking-bysmal.
The whole event looked like one big clusterfuck. The shady shenanigans from the officials had me speechless (bizarre stoppages, overzealous doctors). The rampant protectionism by Gary Shaw of his two money-making favourites, Gina Carano and Kimbo, makes me sick. The sub-par production values, the 20-man entourages, the cringeworthy level of skill on display (save for one or two fights)…
And worst of all, all of this going out to the American public on T-fucking-V.
A black day for MMA.
It’s not often I get asked to be interviewed. The guys over at EFN Sports (also known the The European Fight Network) kindly asked me to do a voxpop style interview, to which I gladly agreed. Check it out here!
