Being cut from the K1 roster would be a difficult thing for anyone to accept, but a fighter’s job is all about challenges. John Wayne Parr is committed; consistently rising to them is what fans know and love him for. Continue reading →
Tyrone Spong is certainly the man of the moment. He has a mystique that precedes him on a number of different fronts; he has, by the tender age of 23, amassed a professional record of 87 fights for 82 wins, held a slew of titles and is currently moving into the world’s premier stand-up martial arts arena, the K1. This foray has co-incided with Royal Rumble Magazine (the premier Dutch fightsports publication), naming him as the best pound-for-pound kickboxer in the world. Any opponent he draws will be of interest, simply by the light they are cast in when standing alongside him. Nathan ‘Carnage’ Corbett is one of the world’s only other fighters, let alone of the same weight class, that can claim similar standing. While he has roughly half of Spong’s pro fights to his credit, he enjoys a similar win/loss/draw ratio and a similar mystique. Continue reading →
Sparring with Peter Graham probably wasn't very smart.
International Kickboxer Magazine, Vol 16, Number 6
January 2009
Sparring is the business end of training. All forms of conditioning (weights, bagwork, padwork, running, drills, etc) should be integrated into a training regimen to serve this most crucial of activities. The quality and intensity of your sparring will be the most important determining factor in pre-fight preparation. Continue reading →
This entry takes its title from Rodney Hall’s keynote address at the 2010 Byron Bay Writer’s Festival. I had hoped to begin with a link to the lecture which I believe the ABC filmed and will eventually upload onto youtube. While googling, I found this interview, which is a really interesting introduction to the man.
Posted in Fiction, Writing on September 2, 2010 by Jarrod Boyle
The Prince of Wales was pumping, along with the rest of Fitzroy Street. In the name of gentrification, the Port Philip City Council had constructed some kind of super-tram stop where Fitzroy Street curved into The Esplanade and, in their wisdom, effectively created a bottle-neck. It became even busier than it was before. At eleven thirty at night, the dark was split into a kaleidoscope of refraction. I parked the Passat down a side street on the West St Kilda side, the only place you’d even consider finding a park at that time of night. Continue reading →