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Friday, 6 February 2015
I've always enjoyed the 'noble art' of Boxing, not only when I boxed myself, but also watching the greats such as Ali, Henry Cooper, and Brighton's own Chris Eubank.
When I was still at Prep' School (late 1950's) the two greatest boxers of the day were Swede Ingemar Johansson and American Floyd Patterson, and their big fight in June of 1959 was a massive international event.
I clearly remember being allowed to watch the fight on TV in the matron's room at school. Johansson won the bout after having knocked Patterson down several times. He became a true hero of the ring.
So why am I writing this? Well, my late mother-in-law (also a Swede) actually went to school with Johansson. She was always very proud of the fact that she'd once punched him on the nose, and sent him home crying. She claimed to have won his first ever fight. Had they met 20 years later in the ring, things might not have been quite the same; but who knows?
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!