Though Cowards Flinch

Over my years as a top blogger, I’ve had occasion to report on many a blogsporting contest, and indeed I had intended to report on the recent Hadleigh Roberts vs Tom Miller bout, but never got round to it (summary: Roberts was disqualified late in the fifth for punching below the belt).

But no blog fight to date has measured up to this one over at Duncan’s place. 

It’s now been going on for nearly a week, and started out as a bit of a scrap between Duncan and Daniel over some kind of bet, with a bit of fist waving from a few others then in attendance. 

Coming somewhat late upon the scene, JDC has decided he doesn’t like Daniel’s face, and they’ve now been going at it for a couple of days.  Meanwhile, everyone else has gone home for their tea, and Liam Murray’s even retired from blogging in disgust at what’s become of the sport.  I only came upon the ongoing scrap by mistake myself when I turned the wrong blog corner.

The fight tactics themselves bear an uncanny resemblance to the inept fighting scene in Bridget Jones’s diary (see handy Youtube clip to refresh memory) between Colin Firth and Hugh Grant (coincidentally called Daniel in the film), and involve occasional bursts of violence and name-calling interspersed with periods when they try to remember they are respectable members of society.

I feel strangely certain that Daniel and JDC will meet at a polite Christmas drinks do in the city this weekend, and will feel morally bound to invite each other outside into the massive atrium and wave their fists around at each other till they both fall in the fountain.  Well I hope so.

Anyway, please do over and get a ringside view.  An occasional ‘fight, fight, fight’ comment, after the fashion of Bridget’s male friend in the afore-mentioned film will, I’m sure, be greatly appreciated.

If the fight’s still going on in the New Year, I’ll report back.