AS I'm at home, without any beer...damn resolutions...I've been a little creative, and written a little poem for you, on the great JFAT. To the tune of any football chant:

He's fat, he's round he thinks he's pound for pound, he's James Toneeeey, James Toneeeey.
He's mean, he's rude, he shuts up when there's food he's James Toneeeey, James Toneeey.
He's short, he's old, he dreams of HW gold, he's James Toneeeey, James Toneeeey.


(Sadly couldn't squeeze in rhymes for Peter, Klitschko, Valuev or pomegranet, so any suggestions welcomed