I am slowly making a return to hapkido training, so I had the
first of what I hope will be regular one-on-one sessions with the Other Woman.
The battleplan is to run through the full syllabus as I strive to get some sort
of fluidity and consistency back and assess where I can still be strong.
Because of my knee and feet injuries, my kicking is woeful.
And because of my lack of consistent hapkido training, a lot of my techniques
are pretty rusty. My hands are still OK, though, and my wrist and shoulder
locks from standing are still half decent. I can also utilise those in my BJJ sparring. Everything else is pretty ropey, though.
Dorothy was a long way from Kansas and I feel a long way from black belt.
But it was joyous to spend an hour getting thrown, tripped
and joint locked by my Other Woman. Her friendship remains one of the genuine delights of my life.
In the pub afterwards, we veered away from hapkido and, not unusually, got
onto sex and discussed allowed lists. Mine rarely changes and my quintet of
women usually features tennis ace Venus Williams, writer Mary Shelley, Teri
Hall (1980s porn star and not the lead singer of Fun Boy Three), former Corrie
actress Shobna Gulati and French film actress Isabelle Adjani, plus whoever I’m
currently obsessed with. At the moment, I am a bit in love with Corrie actresses
Kym Marsh and Catherine Tyldesley.
The Other Woman then confessed to a surprise entry on her
list: Kevin McCloud, who’s the architectural boffin from TV show Grand Designs.
I told the Other Woman that she’d be too much for the posh building nerd and she’d
only break him with her gropey hands, leaving him shaken and crying in a corner
as he mourned his lost innocence and dignity.
Apparently, this was not considered a compliment.
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