hey It's d+1 of the 12-hour mini Hell marathon karate session. Okay, be serious - Maxi Hell. Omni Hell. Mega giga super-massive Hell may be the best way to describe it. I am bruised and battered and just fucking sore. My nipples were chafed by 8 hours in a damp Billabong vest, donned at 7am before the 1st fitness assessment (24 workout stations, 2 mins/station) and removed after the second fitness assessment (21 stations, 1.5 mins/station) at 3:15pm) and my backside is scraped pretty raw too... thank the Lord for baggy boxer shorts on d+1. The Dutch lost last night, to the Czech Republic, in an awesome, awesome game of football at the European Championships. 5 goals in all, with the Czech winner coming on 87 minutes, numerous missed chances, and two stunning goalkeeping performances. Unfortunate for the Dutch, but they're still in it with a shout, as long as the Czechs hold or thump the Germans and the Dutch beat the Latvians. The game was enjoyed in the company of some of my favourite people in the whole world, which made it even better, and through the slight haze induced by two fine bottles of Amstel and Carling Black Label after a 12-hour workout. All in all, a good night. And here we resume, back on Sunday at my department, feeding my little parasites the blood and nutrients they crave. And it's father's day. I haven't seen or heard from mine since I was about 8, almost 20 years ago now. laters