Occasionally when I'm in a tired mood after a busy day of driving my rotor closer to the grave and praising the virtues of Flo Rida's song about Netball, I like to relax in a sink in couch in front of a big screen TV and switch my brain off. I do this with one of my guilty pleasure past times: watching some wrestling. Lets get ready to rumble! And I love every grunt, groan, cheap shot and powerslam along the way.
The various works and occasional ramblings of one man with no plan and everything that happens along the way. Once upon a time he checked out but like he mafia, he never really left..