Being friends with boys has many downfalls, the least of which is that a casual catch-up dinner on the night of the David Tua fight was never going to be just dinner. Needless to say, as the clock struck midnight (I had already turned back into my raggedy Cinderella-self given my lack of sleep circa 10pm) I was still watching large, heavy and copiously sweating men hugging, hooking and upper-cutting.
Unfortunately for David he a) didn't get the knock-out he probably wanted but more importantly b) his fantastic 90's hair a lá Bert from the Muppets has been replaced by what I would class as a more minimalist aesthetic. I'm not sure if boxers have stylists, however I think whoever decreed the shaved dome is 'it' has done David an awful disservice as the old 'do not only added height (thus slimming out his mildly stocky silhouette) but also provided a visual distraction for his opponents. I hope that David, being the trendsetter that he is (note: his boxing trunks are uniquely designed with a skirt-like attachment), gets his roots into action ASAP and that a return to the gravity-defying look is in the not too distant future...
Hope hot-cross buns are warming the tummy!
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