Here are some thoughts that are rattling around my cranium at the moment;

EQI’s, static dynamic work and plyometric kick my arse completely. They are awesome.

Having junk food in your house is like having a house full of hot 19 year old nymphomaniacs while trying to stay faithful. Sooner or later, someone is getting fucked.

2 answers that will cover over 90% of training questions in combat sports are ‘get stronger’ and ‘its your diet’.

When someone who knows there shit asks for my help its an honour.

However the majority of the time people just want you to agree with them.

Having a techie move into your house is awesome. Every home should have one.

Eating for strength/mass is very tricky if you were once a fatty.

I should be allowed by law, to kick over people in those motorised trolleys if they are capable of walking. Being fat is not a disability.

 
I now belive the following to be evil;

 
Facebook

Myspace

Twitter

Reality tv

The internet

Women

Wrestling drills

Cardio

Asda.

 
The following are the shizzle

Shorts

Jujitsu

Women

Steak

Street fighter.

Marvel comics

Bourbon

Fresh fish

Dogs.

 
I was asked the worlds trickiest question the other day ‘Would you rather have your own personal Tranformer or your own personal Megan Fox?’

Answers on a post card…..

A quote to finish

Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers. Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me. They bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla where the brave may live forever

From The 13th warrior. Badass.