Tonight I had to make a difficult choice between sleep (precious, precious sleep), and seeing the new Rocky film with my neighbour Harry. I know some of you may be wondering why I’d be making such a choice, and the answer is, I loved Rocky. It’s not a blanket “I loved all the Rocky films”, because pretty much anything after the first one was crap, but I saw the promo for the new one before Casino Royale, and it looked awesome. Sly is old, but in amazing form, and gorilla pressing some mighty weight above his head. It also seemed quite emotionally satisfying, and harking back to some of the golden moments of the original. As anyone who knows me will tell you, it doesn’t take much to make me cry, but I had tears in my eyes before the promo was even half way through. And not just because I’m a wuss, okay?

I also love boxing, and therefore boxing movies. I know there are heaps of people who decry it, and I respect their point of view, but I love it. I went through a stage of loving Ultimate Fighting, but once Royce Gracie wasn’t the man anymore, I lost interest. Wrestling, for different reasons (Triple H back in early 2000 for example, and Dave Batista pretty much anytime), is something I return to anytime I need cheering up. I had ambitions to be a wrestler, but sadly was already too old - and too afraid of damaging myself irreparably. Also, some other girl had taken my wrestling name, so it seemed fate was against me. I still think I could live my dreams through Miss M, who shows remarkable promise, and a distinct lack of fear. I could be her manager and interfere in matches like Freddy Blassy, or Captain Lou Albano - but far cooler of course.

But back to my original point. The movie didn’t start until 8.45pm, and I have to get up at 5am tomorrow. So at the risk of sounding like someone’s grandmother, the choice was already made, and consequently, I’m heading off to bed.

Today I’m loving: gingerbread muffins