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...........and then there was the time that Banks got
thrown into the Uni pond...... two years straight. Yep, then not too soon after we got Pratt as well. 5 minutes later and
that kid had gone AWOL, we found him walking back down the Kingston Lane, at a little before midnight. Guy was soaked, pissed
off and refused to talk to us.
Oh yeah, the good ol' days. My grandad always says,
'Don't cry because its over, rather smile becasue it happened.' Good goddamn advice! Now my only problem is that the good
ol' days stretch back some 20 or so years that I can remember which is a long time..... obviously not as long as some other
peoples memories...(Chu...Co.... Da.... I won't embarrass you guys, and girl) But I will attempt to put something down,
in some kind of anecdotal form. Incedentally if anyone wants to share some stories, by all means, send an email to me at ltsodhi@hotmail.com and I'll help you share it with the world.
Then there was this one time....
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On the whole it's been easy going but in a real tough kinda way. I owe most of my quick succeesses's to my previous
training... London's one helluva training ground.
So Thursday was a good a day, my routine of Taijiquan started here.
The beach is real close, so I ride out with my sword in tow and for about 2 hours, I go at it. The sun (usually), the sea,
it's breeze and the calm. From there it was back to have breakfast and out into the town. I thought I would try my Danish
out on them locals... the result.... well I tried hard! Anyway after a few random conversations on the less finer points of
the Danish Grammar, ie which word comes after which, I got a call from my contact!
Big Bro ( so he shall be known)
requested a meet in the North, I made my excuses and left. As I rounded the corner I saw my bro.. big bro standing cluthcing
a bicycle. His knuckles white, his eyes wild! Damn, this was worrying. 'Take it!' he said in a forced whisper. He elaborated,'Take
it and follow my car!'
'But this is a girls bicycle,' I exclaimed. It was no good, he was alreqady in the car and
pulling away. I had no choice, caught up in the magnetism of crime, into the depths of injustice and darkness, I had to start
riding this girls bicycle! I could feel the eyes questioning, darting though me. But I had to go on, for fear of losing Big
bro. Finally we made across town to the West of the city.....
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