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Something I love…

The thought of sunshine being an actual object has always interested me. The ability to shine, dazzle, warm and regulate at any given moment. A life force, a giver of joy, a sheer pleasure. The respite from the daily grind, all wrapped up into one little package of love.

When I first saw it, what struck me the most was the colours. A vast array of twinkling forces, combining together to almost blind me within its innate beauty. Deep greens nudging for room among the strong yellow, deep chocolate-brown snuggling alongside the purest reds, and the most glorious off-white I had ever seen.

And the top and the bottom, two waves of the strangest colour known to man. A dark cream, or perhaps a very light brown. It’s not especially important to me, what does increase the pulses and tense my back is the way the whole ensemble works. Doesn’t matter on whether you call it doubly delicious to observe and feel, or simply as heaven on earth, it speaks to everybody in different ways.

The five senses all combine to make it a memorable experience each and every time. To touch, it’s soft, smooth, and delicate. To smell, well one can only compare it to a freshly mown lawn every day of the year, or a particularly smashing bakery, or even the smell that wafted over the Garden of Eden after Adam first destroyed Eve’s genital regions.

The sound, well it’s eerily reminiscent of John Cage’s infamous 4’33, the classic ‘silent’ orchestra piece. It’s not what you can’t hear that’s important, it’s what you glean from the gorgeous silence, a much appreciated reminder to appreciate what we have today, before it’s gone tomorrow.

We have already touched upon what it looks like, so let’s focus on the taste. On one level, it’s almost too perfect to write about, such is the sheer size of the experience. A million different emotions fill the world at that period, all good, none painful, except for the heartbreaking experience when it’s finished.

Sunshine, radiating into my life in a small, beautiful package. And at just £1.29, the McDonalds double cheeseburger could do that for you as well.

Carl Froch vs Jermain Taylor

Wow, what a fight. After somehow managing to avoid the result of the bout due to the ridiculous television controversy, it was a blessed relief to see the fight on ITV, after having used all my of willpower to stop looking at the result online.

Although I don’t think Froch will ever be classically ‘great’ boxer , he is almost there, and his performance in the last round was truly a sight to behold. After 11 rounds of back and forth action, which included Froch being dropped for the first time in his career, the sheer courage and strength it took for him to force the knockout in the dying seconds was a testament to his incredible heart.

Yes, Taylor was running dangerously low on gas, but he’s made a career out of ducking and moving, and avoiding being hit. All he had to do was stay back for three minutes, but Froch worked his way through, applying pressure and throwing shot after shot until Taylor’s legs crumpled and he could take no more.

Calling out Joe Calzaghe was the only thing Froch could do after his victory. That’s the money fight – and it’s a very winnable fight based on his performance here. Calzaghe has all the speed in the world (although after a period of inactivity it remains to be seen just how much) but he lacks knockout power so Froch would just have to focus on getting Calzaghe out as soon as possible before his stamina let him down – although it didn’t against Taylor. Calzaghe would make him work more, but how many great performances does Calzaghe have left in him? His retirement suggests none…

First day @ LCC

Went pretty well all told. Lovely building really, totally goes against the shithole it looks like from the outside. Friendly group of geezers in the class as well which is a bonus. Only in three days a week, which is either a godsend, or really bad – I was perhaps hoping for a little more time in Uni to fill up my time better, but I suppose the list of potential hobbies I have written down on a word document (latest additions: sewing, learning a musical instrument, cleaning excessively,) can come to fruition, instead of being dreams.

It’s customary for me to fill up this page with self obsessed pictures, so here is a small sample of new pics of my room – for all the Martbowski voyeurs out there.

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Robinsons Apple and Cranberry – the finest drink known to man? Maltesers hot chocolate – the second greatest? KLS – Pretty pretty? Life – not bad?

David Haye

I’m a big fan of the Hayemaker, so much so that a few months ago I set up a page for people to become a fan of his on Facebook (click here for it.) It’s the charisma he sweats out that appeals to me, the ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude that so many of my personal favourite sportsman (of which a top 50 will be appearing on here very soon) have as well. Whilst it’s not taking me much to say that he’ll become a world champion within a year (as he himself seems to be shouting about it at every opportunity,) it is genuinely exciting that we could have a legit champ who can actually back up exactly what he says, with his fists in the ring.

So here’s to David Haye, a double hard bastard and hopefully the future of boxing!

Introduction

My name is Martin Hines, and I’m about to start a two year course in Sports Journalism at the London College Of Communication, in London. This blog is intended to charter my journey through the seedy underbelly of both the course, and of London life in general – both of which have their ups and downs. Hopefully two years from today I’ll have a plethora of posts, loads of whimsical quips, and a thousand strong following, although a lot more likely, this will be the only post I make.

A little about me. My favourite sports are football, cricket, boxing and tennis, although I have an embarrassingly large interest in professional wrestling which gets scorn poured upon me on a regular basis. I used to hate golf, but Padraig Harringtons beautiful victory last year in the Open Championship opened up a new world for me. Saying that, the day I set my feet onto a golf course will be the last day I’m alive. Not a massive fan of Pringle sweaters, or being a dickhead.

Well, there you go – blunt introductions complete. A whole range of sport is on this month, from football, to the continued start of the Rugby Union season, so I’ll be posting whenever I feel like I have something to say.