Fluffykitten McGrundlepuss |
May 28, 2010 06:36 PM |
I toyed with the idea of studying ninjitsu at uni but jogged it on when the insrtuctor started prefacing lessons with phrases like "So you see your enemy coming towards you and you want to put him in hospital for six months before he even knows there's a fight happening". That and getting repeatedly hit to toughen up just isn't much fun. I can take a punch but I'd rather not if I don't have to.
In the third year I lived with a guy who had studied it right through and he was fucking nails. Where we lived in Salford was basically the street crime capital of the country and we lived in a gated compound with security guards, only the guards could only help you out once you were inside the gates. This guy came back from clubbing once, pissed out of his skull and eating a kebab. He got out of the taxi and was pretty much immediately set upon by five scallies. The security were yelling at him to get inside the gates so they could help him but instead he calmly proceeded to beat the fuck out of all of them, one-handed while still eating his kebab. Once they scarpered, he strolled through the gates to a cheer from the guards, tripped over his own feet and fell head first into a bin. Fucking legend that guy.
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