Vampires to the hulk, this week has had it all....

From Vampires to the hulk, this week has had it all so here's me documenting it for you, my faithful reader. Also, this is probably going to be my new feature; a weekly update, if you will... go!


So i come home today, on the first day of advent, a Tuesday no less, after my first training session in the adult class. Now for those of you who don't know, once a week i go to Ju-Jitsu, but i had been going to the child class for about a month to ease me in. Now in the child classes, i had progressed slightly, and i had nearly reached my first belt; the white belt, but last week i had been told to go to the adult class, due to my lanky six foot fame is too much for the little children (and tbh, my friends with whom i had been going and training with).

I walked in to the building as usual; out of the inky blackness of Liverpool university campus and into the bright light and barrage of noise of the gymnasium which was brimmed with my usual cohorts, all preparing to leave and all surprised and questioning as too why i hadn't joined them. I easily shrugged them off and walked on, slipping of my shoes awkwardly as i went.

In the aftermath of the children class, the adults were bopping, weaving, stretching and mentally reasoning to them selves that getting rid of there beer gut actually was a good idea. All the children left and the adults and me all lined up to begin a vigorous warm up led by the master sensei: a man no louder, or faster or anymore unassuming then the next guy, except he was built like a horse; short and stocky, as strong as a bear but his arms were as supple and agile as a viper which led on too spade like hands and fingers which were long and thick, like ropes. I'm just glad that he's on our side.

Next we where divided in to groups, bigginers and white belts on one mat island, everyone else on the centre mat island. The twenty strong ju-jistu-ers were wittled down to just four in my group, so we divied of again in to pairs. you must realise that size mean everything in ju-jistu and probably in most martial arts, so instead of going with the only other total begunner i went with the guy who was my near my size. That guy being six foot seven. And he's well versed in other martial arts such as kickboxing and judo. This man was caled Mike Bana, and talk about the hulk! Even though he's lanky, he's dangerously strong and if it wasnt for the white belt holding up his trousers i could of sworn he had been doing ju-jistu for half his life, but, as he explained, thats because judo and ju-jitsu are pratically the same up until about blue belt.

Sensei told us that all the white belts would go over their moves, and all the beltless will go over their moves. So the thing about Mike is he's very ***(searches for right word)*** involved (c'mon the guy was wereing a cup for christs sake). What i mean is, he pratises with vigor and all the typical martial-art-style-breathy-noises like 'hudtss' and 'yudtss'. At first i was rather taken aback with his punching overture with the throwing symphony, but pretty soon i was at it too. And i was imitating his vigor and contoled 'fury' because he forces you to raise your game. Its the strangest thing, but i felt like ive got too meet this passion and when i did, i felt so much better and it felt like the moves made alot more sense! He kept on giving me handy little pointers to make the moves it hurt that little bit more as well as exclaiming loudly when i use the moves on him!

So that was today, but at the begining of the week something even more spectacular happened. i watched twilight, of my own free will... And then again the next night... And every night for the next 4 days! and im planning to watch it tonight as well.... But do not stop reading because althought admittedly it is slightly shocking that a man so adverse to love storys would be watching a film which destroys vampires in a sparkly skined sappy pool of dissapointment, but the fact is it helps me sleep. Not that it bores me to sleep, because doing or watching something boring just annoys me to anger, but is makes me all relaxed and warm inside. Now again, dont stop reading on account to my incredablly woman like qualities because ive got an explination. When your sad, a natural thing to do is put a sad song on and you feel cheered up. Well its the same with this; but a god awful film on with actor reading their scripts sounding as awkward as Microsoft Sam, i feel relaxed. But whatever, judge me all you want unrelenting internet, i can take it hehe!

So there we having, enough wittisisms to control your cravings but keep hold of your deceptivly short attenttion spans. Apologies for the constant tautology and over use of metaphors, but i don't see you with a blog. Now begon for now, to facebook or what-have-you, for that is all for today. But please, come back soon!