Sam Davis | Blasted Thing

It has taken me a while however I’ve now finally got time to update my blog. It has been a busy last few weeks for me, not least because one of my weeks was spent in Las Vegas to see the Joe Calzaghe fight.

Myself, Jason, Mark and Lydia went over there for five days to experience a place that is genuinely extra-ordinary. It was quite an eye-opener; from the exquisite but massive hotel buildings, to the incredible energy from walking around at 5am in the morning - the place is something else.

The boxing itself was the highlight, with our boy coming up trumps against Hopkins, who famously said that he’d “never get beaten by a white boy” - oh dear oh dear. The after show party too contained a lot of fun and frolics, most of which are pictured over here, with celebs such as Tom Jones, Whitney Houston, Arnie, Rocky, Beyonce, Amir Khan, Brandy, Sam Davis, and Catherine Zeta Jones turning out. What a Saturday night - just a shame it is now nothing but a blurry drunken hazy memory…

As well as entertaining, I found the trip pretty helpful, as I realised a few things about myself. Firstly, I’ve realised that I hate themed loos. You know, like the ones you get in O’Neill’s that say”Mna” and “Fir” - which one is bloody which? Exactly, I walk into the “Mna” one too… But in Vegas there were a numerous themed places which had loos which required some brain-power when it came to picking the door to go in. I hate that shit. In the Jungle cafe is was “Tigers” and “Rhinos” - in the Aussie bars it was “Bruces” and “Sheilas”, and then another place “Winkles” and “Winkle-pickers” - what the hell?

Still, these brain-games took my mind off the constant frigging static shocks I was getting everywhere I set foot in Vegas. I swear I must have been hit by a thunderbolt at some point during the week because every person or piece of metal I touched seemed to send 10,000 volts of pure pain up my arms. Playing the fruities was pretty much a no-no because of this… so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Thankfully it was not only me that had it… I’ll never forget the look of the casino dealer when Jason handed him his dice back as it came off the table. Jason duly picked it up and passed it over, only to spark out the croupier with his static. The poor guy looked at his hands in wonder, and simultaneously gave Jason a puzzled look, one akin to having just been shocked by a walking electricity pylon.

Toilets and static aside, there were a few other observations which I couldn’t help but make. One of them included the tipping debacle - ludicrous, you’ve served me a drink with a moody face… and you WANT a tip for it?! Also, smoking in enclosed places - how weird - it wasn’t enforced there, so it felt mad to walk around seeing people chug fags inside hotels.

Anyway though, great trip, a little jetlag - but a definite place to see without a doubt!