Mother-fuc*ing-down-fuc*ing-LOAD!

FU*K!
Despite thinking last year would be my last, I am going back to my musical home. My dirty, filthy, hungry, noisy musical home. This time, along with old faces, their will be virgins. Download/festival virgins that need breaking in. Bring on the debauchery!
Bring on SYSTEM OF A FUC*ING DOWN!
Bring... On... D O W N L O A D!

You're dumb

Quick note, if you dislocate your knee cap, don't run a half marathon 10 days later. It's daft. Keep for future reference.

OK, Almost Got There

I know I said I wanted to walk away with a medal, well I ALMOST did. I lost to the guy who got Bronze, but by 4 measly points. The ref didn't count anything I did, but oh well, I'll just tattoo "Don't Leave It To The Judges!" on my forehead. Next time....next time I'll get there.

On the bright side, I ruined the guy in my first fight with a slick anaconda from standing, throwing him down into a gator roll.

And I also pulled off the one technique I was dying to use. When I get hold of the "anaconda" video, I shall post, but till then...