Saturday, November 28, 2015

New Nickname...


I've been sporting excellent sideburns for a while now and my BJJ teacher thinks they're either brilliant or hilarious. The plus side of this, however, is that I have a new nickname at the BJJ school... Wolverine. 

It's a cool nickname. I am a massive comics geek and I would have paid money to have that. Sadly, as a couple of bad injuries have made very clear in the past few years, I have no mutant healing factor. I may invest in some claws, though...

Sticking Point: Part V...

Hapkido grading... done! I even think it went OK. My form and my double kicks felt a bit wonky because I'm still operating on one leg, but my techniques felt good and I felt pretty strong in sparring. I basically used what limited kicks I have left and relied on my hands, which I'm pretty comfortable with. So we'll now wait and see what the result is. 

The important thing was, pass or fail, to just get through it. After a year of annoying injury that has limited several of my martial arts ambitions in both Hapkido and BJJ, it was good to actually get something solid under my belt. The journey between first and second dan will take a bit of time so it's important to stay on course and continue to refine everything.

There were many things to admire throughout the grading: seeing junior belts go through their paces, seeing the more senior belts (who will be bypassing me pretty soon) look very impressive, and seeing my teacher and her teacher interact in that tender and respectful relationship that they have. 

The highlight of the grading, though, apart from testing alongside the ever-fierce Other Woman, was seeing the Other Woman Who Loves Other Women (or Miss Other Woman Who Loves Other Women now she's a grade higher than me) get her second dan. 

She's an astonishing martial artist. She has a relaxed grace, speed, balance and power that I constantly marvel at. She's awful to spar with because I often switch off and enjoy watching her and forget there may be a roundhouse kick en route that I'm more than capable of walking into, despite her best efforts to pull it. 

It's the sort of good day that makes occasional bad ones worthwhile.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

The Modern World Disgusts Me: Part VII...

Far be it from me to criticise marketing people and their ram-their-tawdry-lies-down-your-throat ways if it can make them a fast buck. But here's a thing and HMV, with your in-store Trending This Week section, please take note.

Elvis Presley is not 'trending' this week. He's been quite popular since the mid-1950s when he became something of a big deal, a status he's maintained ever since... and one that not even death has managed to diminish. It may interest you to know that some people even refer to him as 'The King of Rock 'n' Roll', such is his sustained appeal. 


So, please, fuck off with your hipster, shyster, hard-sell nonsense. 

Thank you, very much...

Monday, November 09, 2015

Quote of the Day...


'Perfection is not attainable. But if we chase perfection, we can catch excellence...'
Vince Lombardi

Physiotherapy: Part II…


I am determined to ensure that today’s physiotherapy session goes well. I’ve religiously done the exercises I was give to strengthen my quads. I’ve also set a phone reminder to pack shorts for my appointment so there will be no repeat of the ‘boys escaping from the barracks’ incident, to badly paraphrase the great Alan Partridge. 

But I am late back from training the previous night and I am tired. I am trying to negotiate a looming Hapkido grading with only one functioning leg. Most turning kicks are out and I’m struggling to base correctly for throws and launch correctly for falls, and my footwork is compromised so I’m having to adjust forms and strikes to compensate. This is difficult but I’ve had injures before and worked around them before. This is no different.

The next morning, though, I am late up, so I throw on my clothes and quickly grab my shorts and end up arriving late. My child-looking physiotherapist is lovely about my tardiness, though, so we head to a treatment room. He’s chatty, I’m chatty. This is going well. I take off my trousers, grab my shorts from my bag and put them on. He assesses my damaged leg. This could be a triumph of treatment sessions. I may win an award.

Then, about three minutes into the session, I notice the aroma of cat urine. We are currently having building work done in the house and cat has gone a bit mental, so she’s pissing in strange places as a form of protest. I now realise, far too late, that she’s decided my shorts are an acceptable target.

I know what’s happened and I think my physio has noticed the aroma. Sadly, I can’t be sure. This means I can’t casually mention the cat piss smell. If I say what has happened, he may think it’s a lie and I’m covering up for middle-aged incontinence. I say nothing. I lay there. I do as I’m told.

When the session is finished, there is a diagnosis. It’s a torn meniscus. It's surgery if it gets really bad, but he suggests yet more leg strengthening exercises and careful injury management. My physio then excuses himself for several weeks and explains he has other commitments. We book an appointment for a month’s time.

I fear the ‘other commitments’ may be a ruse. I think he may really fear I’m some sort of weirdo who exposes his bollocks then pisses himself at physiotherapy sessions for his own entertainment. In reality, I’m just a bloke who’s been humiliated by a vengeful cat. 

This is a new low.

Tuesday, November 03, 2015

Charlie Work...

The Missus has been very vocally admiring the house of her brother, who's just had all the carpets up and had his floorboards sanded, stained and varnished. Just recently, our cat has also been pissing on an area of carpet upstairs.

Putting the two things together meant only thing was going to happen: our hallway carpets were coming up and we were getting our floorboards done. 

Fortunately, we're both very busy at work so I thought we'd last until the new year... then, this week, I was off work and the cat pissed on the carpet yet again. 

So I spent large parts of Friday and Saturday ripping up carpet and underlay and taking pin nails and staples out of floorboards. 

The Missus always gets her own way. I suspect she's been pissing on the carpet herself to speed up the whole process...