Good morning Guardians, yesterday turned into a bit of a marathon for an old feller like me!

I called in at the cafe for beans on toast, and a muffin, and I'm glad I ate, because it was a lot later before anything else but beer went into my stomach

I called in at Matt's, as I had some birthday gifts for his lad, Cillian, and had half an hour with them, before catching a taxi to the boxing venue. The contest was being held in a large old Working Men's Club in a run-down part of Leeds, and it was a bit like going back in time inside.
The opposing boxers had come from a boxing club in Burton-on-Trent, once world famous for its beer, and they had brought a couple of titles with them, both of which were taken. There were about 8 fights I think, all just 3 round contests, with several not going the distance. Without the usual diabolical DJ, the raffles, buffoonery by the MC, and various other time-fillers, it was a relatively short event, and all the better for that. The promoter's ecconomising was not reflected in the ticket price typically.
Unfortunately, Wolfie's fight was a total mismatch, and he dropped his opponent 3 times with body-shots in Round 1. His opponent was game enough to get up, but completely outclassed. Unfortunately, the fighters are paired by a boxing board, who just go on statistics, and at 47, Wolfie would normally be well over the hill. I hope to be able to post a video at some point, but only took a few pics on my phone, as we were seated quite a long way back.
Looks like they didn't bother to take the balloons down from the 50th birthday party the night before!
There were quite a few of us out, so we headed into town to continue drinking, and ended up in a series of venues, one of which used to have a nice roof-terrace, but which is now completely surrounded and overshadowed by towering yuppie apartment buildings. I managed to grab a slice of pizza at some point. Nice to see some old friends, and I'm hoping Wolfie's next fight is a long way off