Undisputed Champ Of Bloomsbury
by Con Chapman
Virginia Woolfs last letter to her husband
before she loaded her coat up with stones and
drowned herself in a river.
Tyson, former heavyweight champion, The Wall
I feel certain
that I am going mad again. I have this incredible
urge to bite somebodys ear off. I feel we
can't go through another of those terrible times. And
I shan't recover this time, not the way I did
after Lady Ottoline Morrell decked me with a
right hook in Tokyo.
I begin to
hear voices, and I can't concentrate. So I
am doing what theyre telling me to
doget a Maori face tattoo. You have
given me the greatest possible happiness. You
have been in every way all that anyone could be.
I don't think two people could have been happier
till this terrible disease came. I can't fight
any longer, not since I fired Bill Cayton and got
in bed with Don King.
I know that I
am spoiling your life, that without me you could
work. And you will I know. Maybe three
rounds of shadowboxing, three rounds on the light
bag, three on the heavy bag.
You see I can't
even write this properly. I can't read. What I
want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life
to youwell, you and my pigeons. You
have been entirely patient with me and incredibly
good. I want to say that everybody
knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would
have been either you or Cus DAmato.
gone from me but the certainty of your goodness.
I can't go on spoiling your life any longer. Im
going to load my pockets up with stones, right
after I make weight for the Mitch Green fight.
I don't think
two people could have been happier than we have
been. But thats what they said about
Mike Tyson and Robin Givens before that awful
interview on Barbara Walters.