Martial Farts

So, the day approaches.

In the end, it’s only me and Andy competing with A coming up for moral support.

Andy should do well. He’s competing in the beginner’s category, but he is strong and fast and determined. It depends on who he comes up against but he should have a good showing. Hope there aren’t any blue belt sandbaggers in there.

I’ll be in the advanced division and I think it will be tough but that is fine. I am very prepared for a battle. I look forward to it. I don’t want any easy fights; I’d rather lose to a good opponent than get a cheap win.

Fortunately at this level (purple belt) everybody is tough.

Although I haven’t been training regularly at a proper school. I have been training fairly well. I’d like to give a massive thanks to Jeff Lawson who has been rolling with me a little bit in preparation. Jeff is like a jiu jitsu calculating machine… input some limbs and a position, and beep beep beep he spits out a painful submission every time.

I received a package stuffed full of top secret jiu jitsuey stuff today. I am now carrying around a towel as every time I think about it as drool gushes forth uncontrollably.

All will be revealed, probably in December, so watch this space.

We leave for Birmingham on Saturday and stay overnight, then compete on Sunday. Most likely we will be sleeping in the kind of flea-bitten vomit-encrusted hovel that would make a tramp quiver in fear, so that’ll be good.

Bye!