Well, we had a little chat over the journals, and he insisted that boxing was just another bar room brawl. I objected, and he offered to have a match after I took him around London.

[The smile on his face quickly turns into a frown, as he remembers yesterday's shenanigans.]

My God, it's like babysitting my sisters, but at least they listen some times. Can you believe the man came dressed in a ridiculous miniskirt, after I asked him to put on a pair of pants? Christ.