3. In Bogota, Colombia earlier this year, I broke my cell phone charger while I was closing a big deal back in The States. I had to turn my phone off after every call just to save juice. I now travel with two-three cell phones for back up.
6. In The Beaches of Spain, I spilled a full glass of water on my computer, in the middle of closing yet another huge deal back in The States. Luckily, it only ruined a few of the keys on the keyboard. For instance, whenever I typed a “t” it would type “t5″. It did the same with some other keys. You would be surprised how often you need to use the letter “t” when you type.
9. When I lost my Passport, I re-injured my back again, while lifting up a super heavy dresser from a weird angle in my apartment that I thought it fell behind (a book I had fell behind it). Then, my back went out while boxing a week later. I literally couldn’t stand up.
I had to get carted to the hospital in an ambulance! (First time in an ambulance).
My life might seem easy sometimes, but trust me, I take heavy punishment.
But I keep on punching. And if I said this Lifestyle wasn’t worth it, I would be lying to you.
Although, I think I am going to take it mad easy for a while…
So I finished up my Northern Ireland trip, here are some highlights:
- I haven’t been to Northern Ireland since I was ten years old, so it was great to see family even though the weather is pretty bad in summer and the food is the opposite of dynamic.
- Most of my family is in West Belfast, East Belfast, a small farming town north of Belfast and a small town on the coast.
- I was absolutely amazed at how many weapons my cousins had. Especially the cousins at the family farm. These cats were loaded for bear. Tons of antique weapons as well. And an old hog barn was turned into a machine shop with multiple lathes for making silencers and other gun parts. Pretty dope stuff.
- I was able to get some good sparring sessions in with my cousins; many of whom I hadn’t boxed since I was ten years old. They all claim that they beat me back then, but I remember differently. The latest rematch was a little tougher. Many of my cousins are huge powerlifter cats now. With red hair to boot. I think I have a bruised rib.
- I was also amazed at the amount of Paramilitaries in Northern Ireland. The place is chock-a-block. The drug trade is flourishing there. And the insurance scams. It was also amazing to hear about the amount of informants. Pretty ugly scene.
- Got to see the sight of my Grandfather and Great Uncles Boxing Gym that they used to run. It is not there anymore. Now it is a park with a monument. At least it is not a Starbucks.
- The Mason Clan actually has a castle on the ocean in Northern Ireland. Supposedly, it was owned by somebody in our family. Sadly, that is no longer the case. However, the coastline in Northern Ireland is breathtaking.
- I definitely dig Belfast more than Dublin.
- Even with all the family activities and dinners, I had enough time to swoop a wee fly red head Irish girl. Smooth.
Since I happen to be in Belfast visiting family, and since this is probably not getting to much coverage in America, check it:
East Belfast riots ‘a wake-up call’, says Baggott
Two nights of riot mayhem this week are a “wake-up call” for Northern Ireland, PSNI chief constable Matt Baggott has warned.
Speaking as First Minister Peter Robinson and deputy First Minister Martin McGuinness pledged to work to try to prevent a repeat of the violence in east Belfast, the police chief spoke of his sadness that the province was taking “two steps forward and one step back”.
It is understood Mr Robinson yesterday met UVF leaders as part of efforts to maintain calm. After briefing the Policing Board on details of the flashpoint flare-up, Mr Baggott also claimed dialogue is key to avoiding a summer of trouble and tension.
He said: “We should recognise that in some places the peace is fragile and it’s a wake-up call to us all to redouble our efforts to make Northern Ireland the safe, prosperous place everybody wants.”
With a senior civil servant tasked with investigating the problems in east Belfast, First Minister Peter Robinson said the focus was on avoiding a repeat of the chaos which damaged the reputation of the province in the week of golfer Rory McIlroy’s US Open triumph.
“Where there are genuine concerns, we want to help,” he said. “We represent and care about this whole community and we want to hear what it has to say.”
Many media commentators, some London-based, some local, who spend little time on the ground in places like the Lower Newtownards Road or Short Strand, bought into the line that this latest conflagration was the result of spontaneous working class loyalist anger.
They argued that, because loyalist paramilitaries had no representation in the Stormont parliament or that because socioeconomic or educational attainment was low in poor Protestant areas around eastern Belfast, these communities suddenly erupted in anger.
In doing so, the commentators swallowed a fairy tale as faux as the make-believe pirate battles on Sunday.
Returning from a short break in the west of Ireland, I bumped into a resident of the Short Strand on the Dublin to Belfast train last Friday morning. She is a woman I have known for more than 30 years, who has no love for republican paramilitaries or wants, in any way, to see a return to violence.
Over the two and a half hour journey north, she explained in grim detail how her home in one end of the Short Strand district was attacked while her daughter’s house was subjected, simultaneously, to a similar bombardment in another part of the area.
She explained that the sortie began with military precision around 9pm on Monday, that all of those who attacked their homes were wearing surgical gloves, masks and combat uniforms, that they arrived with wheelie bins stuffed with bricks, bottles and other missiles, and that the entire attack appeared to be well organised.