Much longer there are doubts I shall remain to this plane, for I have grown tired of constant struggle. Emptiness prevails, such that only violence curtails. What I have seen in life has filled me with much joy, but now I look upon it with eyes devoid of such care as once my youth did... Continue Reading →



Remind me of what I am and who I have been, remind me of coasts of gold and amazement, remind me of pain and of fear. Remind me of love found in the eyes of another. All of life is change, and through the fires of misfortune and mistake and failure are we forged anew.... Continue Reading →

last man out

I sit and in my heart I feel nothing, anaesthetic worn free, now a just sinking, sickening. Fear of death and the urge to destroy grow in me, quell thyself, then again rise given time - indignance, pain mere constriction of the chest. Carry fearless anguished memories of doubt and with final bound cast lifeless... Continue Reading →


It's middle fingers up, nothing ever comes for free in this life except the worthwhile. Lose everything and be freed to begin again - choose another way, perhaps the right one after all? What will sustain you through those dark and hopeless days except belief in yourself and the knowledge that nothing will last forever?... Continue Reading →


Cruising at 570mph, 31,999ft above the ground, it is more apparent that life is passing irrespective of the viewer's subjective position on the matter. Another airport, another hour, and like the ticking of an eternal clock, each new day brings sights which question knowledge at one stage I believed to be certain, and then pass... Continue Reading →


What began with coffee and jam sandwiches with Narathiwat's immigration police became a two week visa sidetrack into Malaysia. After having my face stitched up I hopped a hotel van to the border, walking distance but the streets had felt an uneasy place - cheeky of the Thais to have shows in such contested areas.... Continue Reading →

Retrospective becoming

I've watched it over and over in this dingy motel room, quietly deliberating what I could have done differently, how many errors I made and what I might do to improve. I have felt some apathy regarding the result of this latest scrap, but more over the inherent feelings of, "was that it?" I long... Continue Reading →


It's not all about winning or losing - at least that's what I tell myself - it's about the progress made along the way. Thinking about last night I am proud to say that I have conquered many demons up to this point; every fight is a lesson, if you are willing to learn there... Continue Reading →

Homebreed Export

Roadblock after roadblock, roadblock after roadblock, and the black clad special forces with m16s slung around their necks on street corners and behind concrete balustrades guide us into a region of strife. A number of years ago I attended a riot in Bangkok the day before my first appearance on Thai Fight, another example of... Continue Reading →

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