This afternoon the bar maid in my local started talking about the Brad Pitt film, Fight Club, and how erm...exciting she found it. Well as the afternoon wore on and we became less in touch with the real world, the idea came into our heads to provide her with the entertainment she craved. Stripped to the waist we took it in turns to fight for two minutes, Queensberry rules styl-ee. Her gusset must have been sodden by the time my short right hook put big Dan the plasterer on his arse! The thing is, is such a not for profit, unlicensed bare-knuckle contest illegal? Or merely an unwise piece of absolutely fantastic fun? It was fukincing awesome fun regardless. I can see the attraction and indeed sampled the soup-plate of honour. It will be fun to explain the samll cut under my left eye to Mrs Cuddles for example! We are thinking of going at it again but we need to get some more of the locals up for it, like the 67 year old beagler who has big issues with the 65 year old anti-hunting misery guts. My money is on the beagler by the way... Cuddles, aged 44. Yes 44 and I'm still pulling strokes like this. Gleaming. Abso-bloody-lutely-gleaming drills...yes I had taken the drink but how did you guess?