Those of you who know me will know I am a long-time fan of boxing, or something. Sweaty shorts, plenty of action in the ring ... alright, regardless of my complete indifference to the sport, I am SO loving having this poster accost me at every corner of the city. Good god, that boy has beefed up innit? Consequently I am blundering about town in a state of constant arousal, setting off car alarms wherever I go by walking into the buggers. Get the match over with already so I can get on with my life. Also, deal with this. He's like an Asian Philip Olivier isn't he?