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Yet, I am content. The reason for this is because I’ve put myself on a harder than normal training regime for the last fortnight and this week I’ve added another series of training session’s called Bootcamp to the list.

So far its pretty good.

Bootcamp and the gym
Bootcamp is pretty much just a regimented training session in which you are pushed hard, yelled at and punished as a group if an individual fails to observe instructions. Something a bit different to my normal gym. It goes for 4 weeks, 3 times a week, it’s hard work but I think it will be worth it in the end.

Last week the gym industry got another customer, a customer who’s form will surely be told in years to come in backrooms, corner tables and conversed in low tones, “I saw Bill when he first started going to the gym”. That’s right, the big man himself is trying to not be as big yet still so manly. I would hazard a guess if he could pause during his bench press efforts to spit in a spitoon as a display of this manliness, he would. The mighty-boy Neil/Nurl/Nev/Bowlsy/Team Neil has taken him under his weapon clad wing (akin to a gun wouldn’t you say G.Reg?) to improve his imposing physique. Like Poland was to Hitler, Nurl has imposed his facist regime onto Bill fairly readily and has pinned yellow star’s to all the things he used to eat. Bill’s words to me were; “Neil doesn’t want me to eat anything good ever again”. I’m looking forward to seeing how this all turns out.

Well done Bill for taking the step, as the saying goes “getting to the gym is the hardest part”, once you’re there its easy. Keep it up my man, you have the support of all of us. That being said, whatever Neil does to you, you’re on your own.

Nick’s engagement
In a shock announcement on Friday night, the Eeyore defender/midfielder/forward Nick Ciccocioppo got himself engaged. I’ve always said he’d make a good wife, now we’ll see. I’m sure he got down on bended knee, and asked in a sultry, yet provocative voice, “how about it?” to which the answer probably was “do it properly or fuck off”. The timing was off for the rest of us gambling people, we expected him to do it at half-time during the Sheffield United vs Chelsea game, clearly we were wrong. They celebrate this engagement by attending a Jay-Z concert, how romantic. I’ve been heard in the past to say that comparing Jay-Z to Frank Sinatra or Dean Martin was far too easy, too many similarities, its the differences that count. He’s just such a crooner when he talk’s about booty’s, gun’s and what-not.

I’ll give you a moment to dry your hands after that last part which was literally dripping with molten sarcasm.

Congratulations Nick and Natalie, I look forward to seeing you finalise this union. If you leave me off the invite list I swear I’ll call you names and make things up about you, I might even cry a little, but only because there was something in my eye at the time. I’m all manly and shit, I don’t cry. Ever.

The casino visit
On Saturday night a few of us ventured into the casino for a bit of a play, by us, I mean PJ, Kieran and myself. There was interest by others, but this clearly never manifested itself into something tangible that we could all hold onto. PJ and I went for a bit of a card game with the nearby dealers at the blackjack table once the football had finished. After a period, the time for PJ to lose his allocated funds and I gained a black chip for my troubles, we headed back to watch more football.

After a while, PJ disappeared only to return 30mins later with his money back again. Either he won it or completed a task he doesn’t want to speak about in public. It’s hard to say.

It was only upon a final visit to the blackjack tables that he managed to secure a profit for the night. A positive result for us all.

Children of Men
I slipped into the cinema’s for a viewing of this on Sunday even with the lively and rather injured Mark Mills. Let me say that while this movie is set in the future, its not really sci-fi. It’s story is simple, set in 2027, human’s are now infertile. No births have occurred for 18 years and noone know’s why. Government’s are collapsing, violence is escalating around the world. Clive Owen’s character is brought to the aid of a pregnant illegal refugee and works to get her out of England to an island of unknown coordinates. The journey is what they are concerned about, not some underhanded, evil government plot to steal the child or some conspiracy about why they’re infertile in the first place. It moves from compelling story to brutal scenes of fighting, riots and armed warfare quickly and jarringly in some cases. But all done in lots of long shots and close action camera work.

I recommend it highly.

I’m off to the football on Sunday, Adelaide United is playing against Perth Glory. Should be a ripper.

I’ll tell you about it next week.