Rodelina mailed me a package of Marks & Spencer Dark Chocolate Ginger biscuits. They were gone in seven minutes, which is a new personal best. I really need some sauce . . . thank god the F Man is getting here on Tuesday. Chastity is for the aged.
On to less personal matters. A little while ago I saw When We Were Kings for the second time, after a gap of . . . since whenever it came out. I’d remembered that as the best documentary ever, which now I think was an exaggeration. Microcosmos was better. As was that Enron movie and the one about the jackass who got himself and his woman killed by the grizzly bears. But When We Were Kings was still great, mostly for the footage of the boxers themselves. Also it was a little more interesting after having done a masters in international relations and actually sort of understanding a little bit why Zaire was so fucked up.
The really cool thing about seeing it again was that the only special features on the DVD were footage of the entire Rumble in the Jungle AND the Thrilla in Manila. As some of you know I ruined my knee in a fighting class, spent months fathoms deep in love with my fighting teacher and really like beating things. I think fighting is cool, in other words. So you’d think I’d like watching boxing . . . I don’t really . . . always seemed a bit silly to watch professional people fight since a proper fight is over so fast, and the abstract notion of two guys putting on big soft leather gloves so that they could whale on each other longer seemed silly.
But those two matches, at least, were pretty fucking cool. They made the whole idea of two guys putting on big soft gloves to whale on each other make perfect sense. It was artistry. Well, the Thrilla in Manila was artistry. Ali and Frazier taking so long to find each other’s hitty points and moving around so cleverly while they did it – you know, with a really distinct personal style but still a great deal of creativity. The Rumble in the Jungle was strategy, superb upper body muscles, marvellous shit-talk and a few stunning combinations that simultaneously left me breathless and made me think of that episode of the Simpsons Moe exploited Homer’s thick skull to turn him into a professional boxer. That was cool too.