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January 28th

Ok I'm going to talk about wrestling. You can fuck off now if you like.

I have been watching wrestling for 30 years. Mainly WWE but a bit of everything. I used to watch wrestling and eat crisps rather than go to college. This is why I am a failure today.

Today I watched wrestling and ate crisps. 30 years later.

It was the annual Royal Rumble party. The one only I go to. Usually drinking fizzy wine and eating Doritos . I have no money so eating crisps and drinking whatever was in the fridge.

It was very long. The total show was 7 hours which is ridiculous. I sat through 5 hours of it. When it was great it made me cry and remember why the fuck I was there. When it was boring it was just boring and not for me. I couldn't do anything else because I didn't want to go on the internet and spoil surprises. There were no surprises.

I don't know why I like wrestling. I just do. A lot of the time when I am watching it I wonder why I am watching it. I listen to a lot of wrestling podcasts. I like that, they are calming.

The Royal Rumble was alright. It's my favourite PPV of the year. In the times where I was a lapsed fan I still tried to watch this and Wrestlemania and not much else.

When I had the network (which they cancelled by accident and I can't be arsed to renew) I would stay up and watch it live. It sued to kill me. Especially Wrestlemanai which used to go on to forever in the morning and I used to get to a point where I wanted so much to go to bed but was too committed to do so. It was like torture. I would still power through though. Never again. I am too old for that shit.

There is no-one I connect with. I like NXT but thats got a bit worse because as soon as you invest in someone they move them up to the main roster and wreck them.

What I want is a two hour show that just has the best of the week from everywhere. Like NJPW, ROW, WWE the lot. If someone made that I would well watch it. As it is podcasts and PPV's.

Anyhow it was fun enough. It wasted the night and the night needed wasting. It's done and I can do something more constructive tomorrow. Like play Kingdom Hearts (hopefully).

Anyhow. Sorry this is a mess. I am a mess. I will try and make less of a mess tomorrow. If I do make a mess I promise to clear it up.

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