I’d like to take a course in writing. I’m not the best writer in the world. I’d like to write more neatly, even though people don’t send many handwritten letters these days.
Foolish people follow the system, get caught up in media news, what the government wants you to believe and all the higher powers want you to believe, and go down the same path as all the sheep in the cattle market.
I’m really excited about my future plans, as I’m doing things differently and currently training like a Trojan in pursuit of becoming heavyweight champion of the world.
I have a nice house, nice cars, nice watches, nice things. I’ve got money in the bank. I’m not in need of a few quid – as it stands. It’s all irrelevant to me.
It’s not about how much money I’m getting paid. It’s just a love of one-on-one combat. I feel I’m at home. I love the ring entrances, the talking. I’m the master of it all.
There are lots of people in the world who have money. Lots of people in Morecambe have money, let alone the world. And Morecambe is quite a small place.
