I did a live interview with Craig Slater down by the river. Managed to get a plug for my daily blog. (plugging the blog... on the blog). Later on I went for a walk with Dave Coldwell. We were in search of a pharmacy so he could purchase some Vaseline for David.
As Coldwell started to describe Vaseline to the shop assistant, I was a bit worried. When Coldwell said Petroleum jelly the guys face dropped as if to say 'great now I share his personal stash'. He went (limped) out the back to get some. As we left Coldwell tested it to see if it would get Booth approved. I explained to Adam later that Coldwell broke the seal. (not a metaphor!).
Coldwell and I then hit the gym after our outing and between us managed to clock up some pitiful mileage on the treadmill - which you'd expect of a fat Brit abroad and his short-limbed companion.
After failed attempts to suss out the German equipment I suggested a plunge in the ice bath. We both only lasted a few seconds but in the bigger picture that's longer than the public's interest in Peaches Geldof, I suppose.
David D Haye AKA The Hayemaker I must say, looks in frightening condition. He showed up at the gym tonight after two days rest, and with the hype of yesterday's press conference running through his prominent veins. He had to be told to slow down!
The man was too sharp, throwing blistering punches on the pads. At this stage it is important to not only keep drilling the gameplan but also let whatever needed to come out of his system, out! He got a great sweat on and had an intense aggressive focus about him - much like Vanessa Feltz in that Greggs closing down sale.
We were all buzzing from seeing the big man so finely tuned it sparked a three-on-three nine-touch footie game in the gym. To be honest there was as much natural talent on show as a Justin Lee Collins look-a-like competition. Although we probably got more viewing figures than Justin ever did? Jon, Paddy and Davide were watching.
On one side (the winning one) was me, Ruben Tabares (conditioning coach/masseuse) and Jerome Haye (personal photographer) and the other was Elliot Worsell (writer/journalist), David Coldwell and Ben Anderson (TV Presenter/producer) - all of them members of Team Hayemaker this week.
The game reminded me of a Jeremy Kyle v Show Guest argument - a close battle of wits throughout but ultimately pointless. We won one-nil. I scored a hat-trick!
To finish with; to fuel me to write this blog I ordered a club sandwich from room service (no sausage). It was €18 and wasn't particularly nice but hey... still living the dream, eh? It could be worse I guess, I could've had my tooth punched out in Puerto Banus...
I POST ALL OF GROVES DIARYS FOR THE FIGHT THERE VERY FUNNY
As Coldwell started to describe Vaseline to the shop assistant, I was a bit worried. When Coldwell said Petroleum jelly the guys face dropped as if to say 'great now I share his personal stash'. He went (limped) out the back to get some. As we left Coldwell tested it to see if it would get Booth approved. I explained to Adam later that Coldwell broke the seal. (not a metaphor!).
Coldwell and I then hit the gym after our outing and between us managed to clock up some pitiful mileage on the treadmill - which you'd expect of a fat Brit abroad and his short-limbed companion.
After failed attempts to suss out the German equipment I suggested a plunge in the ice bath. We both only lasted a few seconds but in the bigger picture that's longer than the public's interest in Peaches Geldof, I suppose.
David D Haye AKA The Hayemaker I must say, looks in frightening condition. He showed up at the gym tonight after two days rest, and with the hype of yesterday's press conference running through his prominent veins. He had to be told to slow down!
The man was too sharp, throwing blistering punches on the pads. At this stage it is important to not only keep drilling the gameplan but also let whatever needed to come out of his system, out! He got a great sweat on and had an intense aggressive focus about him - much like Vanessa Feltz in that Greggs closing down sale.
We were all buzzing from seeing the big man so finely tuned it sparked a three-on-three nine-touch footie game in the gym. To be honest there was as much natural talent on show as a Justin Lee Collins look-a-like competition. Although we probably got more viewing figures than Justin ever did? Jon, Paddy and Davide were watching.
On one side (the winning one) was me, Ruben Tabares (conditioning coach/masseuse) and Jerome Haye (personal photographer) and the other was Elliot Worsell (writer/journalist), David Coldwell and Ben Anderson (TV Presenter/producer) - all of them members of Team Hayemaker this week.
The game reminded me of a Jeremy Kyle v Show Guest argument - a close battle of wits throughout but ultimately pointless. We won one-nil. I scored a hat-trick!
To finish with; to fuel me to write this blog I ordered a club sandwich from room service (no sausage). It was €18 and wasn't particularly nice but hey... still living the dream, eh? It could be worse I guess, I could've had my tooth punched out in Puerto Banus...
I POST ALL OF GROVES DIARYS FOR THE FIGHT THERE VERY FUNNY
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