No bike.

Today I took part in a karate competition. The low point of the day was that I had gotten a lift to Tallaght and had to I wait four hours after I had finished competing for same back home. The other passengers were a bit drunk and blaring every god-awful pop song they could find on the radio at ear-splitting level while I looked out the window and thought of England.


I was helping out with a kumite competition for kids today at my dojo. Some of the kids were hilarious. This one kid acted like he had an epic kung-fu soundtrack in his head the whole time... or thought he was Vegeta from DBZ. When I was fixing his dogi before his match he looked across at his opponent said in a dark voice: "Let's see what he's got." Also, he didn't walk; only stomped. After every round he'd wheeze like crazy even though he obviously wasn't out of breath. INTENSE.