After a LOT of consideration, I have decided to try Jim Wendler's 5/3/1 training program. It took a lot of thinking because, after 4-5 months of Faleev's 5x5 training (5 sets of 5: if you succeed, put the weight up 5kg next week), Wendler's approach seems ludicrously light. You see, traditiona...
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--- I have backdated this post to the weekend of Tough Guy - 29th of January 2017. In reality, I didn't start writing it until about April and then ignored it until July. --- There was a fallout after Tough Guy. Hell, there was a fallout BEFORE Tough Guy when Mr. Mouse hinted that it might not a...
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Today I had a realisation that will change my life. Wait. 'Realisation' is the wrong word. I realised this thing a very long time ago. This morning, however, was the first time I have genuinely believed in it - to the extent that I was compelled to take action. And compelled I was! I dres...
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Last year, I conducted an experiment. I made this new year's resolution: This year, I shall make every significant decision as a resolution. I am going to actually do what I say I am going to do, including the things I have always said I am going to do, but have thus far never done. I therefore sp...
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This week, I flew back to Copenhagen to finish my tattoo at the mighty Meatshop. The plan was for three more days of dotwork (two black and one colour), followed by a fourth day when Vikki would get her back-piece finished. I knew I was in for a rough few days. But exactly how rough...? I...
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If you say you'll do a thing, you should do that thing. Otherwise why bother saying anything at all? Your word is as good as meaningless. Thus the Guild; thus I live. Or so I thought. Then one day, tattoos came up in conversation...and guess what I found myself saying... [divider] Whe...
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Today was the start of my armed screen combat training. I was so excited that I arrived at the training centre so early that even the breakfast café wasn't open! Luckily, I had a spacious Citroen C1 in which I could nap... Physically, I wasn't feeling too bad. The previous day had been tough, bu...
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As of this weekend, it has been six months since I met Vikki on Khaosan Road, Bangkok. To celebrate, we decided to spend the weekend in the Lake District. In a Romany Gypsy Caravan. Because...well it should be obvious, really. Frankly, the fact that most people don't spend most their time in gyps...
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It's January again; the time of year when everybody 'resolves' to do something life-changing. Normally, this is because a few days of summarising our annual news for friends and family forces us to acknowledge our own inactivity and apathy, which immediately disgusts us and makes us want to chang...
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This week, we had the honour of being specially invited to play at the opening of the Behind the Boosh photogrpahy exhibition in the Camden Proud Gallery. The exhibition features the best behind-the-scenes photos taken by Dave Brown (Bollo) during his decade of working on the Mighty Boosh. ...
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I need to get fit. Much as I have loved the last 5 months of adventuring, it has not been good for my health. Too much beer, too many cakes and too long sitting on long-haul transportation has done terrible things to my body. I am fatter than ever before, my muscle has shriveled to the point of u...
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Having spent three days in Bangkok, eating cakes, drinking bad cocktails and getting excellent massages, it was clear the time had come to venture elsewhere - lest this year's foray into South East Asia turn into nothing more than an implosion of hedonism. It was, therefore, with the perverted e...
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On Sunday morning, with hangovers that would kill lesser men, the Guild of Adventures donned our running gear (I made mine by taking a knife to my trousers), wrapped socks around our shoes to keep them on...and strode out onto the Killing Fields of Tough Guy Nettle Warrior 2013... [caption id="at...
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This weekend, effectively gate-crashing a romantic getaway for my good friend Sam Steak Davis and his delightful girlfriend Rosie, the Guild descended upon Pembroke in Wales with the intention of going deep water soloing. For the confused amoungst you; Deep-water soloing (DWS) is a form of solo roc...
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After an unprecedented explosion of interest and pre-sales, there are only SIX Murorga Sim Bowa T-shirts left; three Rust n' Bones and three Pre-Dirtified! In fact, there is only ONE adult sized Pre-Dirtified T-shirt left and it is large sized. Sorry little guys. [gallery type="rectangular" colum...
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Dear friends. After more than TEN YEARS of searching, I have finally found the ultimate workout plan. Having dedicated the last decade of my life to exercising, rocking and partying, it is frankly staggering to me that I couldn't come up with this myself. It all seems so simple now! Behold: [yo...
Continue reading ...I've always said I struggle with handstands because I simply don't have the wrist flexibility. Sometimes, however, I wonder whether that is just an excuse for having poor balance and core strength. After watching some DDP Yoga, I remembered a different move that places no pressure whatsoever on y...
Continue reading ...I'd just like to take a moment to share a video with you. This is my friend, Ian - a man who has taught me a fair bit about wrestling in the few times I have had the pleasure of being under his instruction. At our last show together, he patiently tried to teach me a headlock takeover, which I repeat...
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This morning, I got up at 05:30 and drove my brother Will to the airport. He is flying to Estonia, to cycle around the country for three weeks. I am purple with jealousy and respect. Although there are too few moneys in my bank account and too many events in my calendar to allow me to go with him...
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The day after Gay Bum's first gig after 2 years was as painful as expected. In part, this is because Phill decided he needed to fight me until the wee hours of Saturday morning... Otherwise, it was the massive excess of drinking that destroyed me. Oh and the gig itself. I had honestly and embarra...
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