Even though I am educated to degree level, and I know my Wuthering Heights from my Hamlet, I occasionally do some physical work to oil the wheels.

I was going great guns today, shifting furniture and stuff. Then, out of the blue, a fucking folded bed hit me on the head. Fucking Jesus did it hurt. I didn't pass out but it was close.

But what went through my head (pun intended) was how the opponents of Tyson felt, being whacked in the head with a punch the same as a fucking ton bag of sugar hitting ya...

Ewe have to hand it to those guys...