Ken Sae Kai

Last night I made the long overdue and inevitable pilgrimage to my karate club to resume my study of the way of the empty hand. My return after about a years absence was made slightly more stressful by the fact that Trish had decided to come along and give it a go. She has been maintaining a website for a Kung Fu organisation and all the mystical blurb must have somehow seeped in and warped her mind. But having trained in karate for a some time I advised her that jumping around in a Kung Fu suit was ridiculous whereas jumping around in a karate-gi (effectively white pyjamas) was perfectly reasonable and should in fact, be encouraged. Being a martial arts novice she believed me and so we ended up going to karate together. Hence the stress. Being beaten up in front of your girlfriend has historically never been a main feature of any kind of mating ritual. Least of all in oversize white pyjamas. But sensei seemed pleased to see me again and he went easy on me. Having said that, my ability to walk straight has been temporarily altered, my joints feel like they’re held together with elastic bands, and the rest of my body feels like it’s about to file a report with the Health and Safety Executive. Trish seemed to enjoy it though. Tickets for upcoming domestic arguments will be available soon.