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tl;dr version:
Won 2 fights, lost 2 fights, got a bronze medal, West Wing, Wire, Kiaser Chiefs, Fratellis, Prestige, drunk, a hat, several macking sessions, a burger, onion rings.
long version, WHICH IS FUN ALSO:
Woke up at 5, stretched a lot, ate frosties, watched daily show, briefly saw parents before jetting off to Cardiff. Turned out senior weigh-ins weren't until 12, so lots of sitting about. But turned out that Ben was in the weight group below, so I'd only have to worry about fighting one guy from my club, Tom. Only due to low numbers, they'd mix the novices in with us folk also, which meant I'd be fighting new beginner Simon from our club also.
Club report: Couple of golds for the juniors, one came back from inevitable losing to get a great throw in and win, and then won his second match easily. A few silvers, including a white belt who came up against two yellow belts, four grades higher than him. Many bronzes because EVERYONE GETS A MEDAL!!!! Also all the medals are actually gold in colour, what the fuck WJA you're hardly trying.
I beat Simon, as expected, but he got a gold for beating the other novice (who was a green belt). And after that I got to fight Tom, so starting off with two fights against my own club wasn't ideal but hey. Our fight was pretty laughable, in that it just must have looked rehearsed. Many, many, many counters because we both pretty much knew what to expect and how to stop it. Tom got the win, but not until after a couple of minutes, the first time I've lost a fight without going out like a complete punk in ages.
Then I got to fight the other brown belt, he'd beaten the other guys at this point, and I'd watched attentively, and had a tactical gameplan, which I actually followed through with. I had to be quick, avoid getting close to him, and if I do, get the fuck out. I did exactly that, I don't think I've been prouder of how I've fought, once agin it took a couple of minutes for the loss to happen but oh man was I gutted. I actually thought I'd won the fight at one point, I thought I'd caught him offguard, I thought he had landed flat on his back as I threw him, I thought I'd given the Organisers a true headache with all of us having won one fight each among the true three. Turned out he landed on his face, not a single score from it, nothing, I was pretty heartbroken from that moment. Felt like a win had been snatched away by what must have been an impressive turn by my opponent. I shall make sure I fight him again, I shall have my revenge. But until then, I guess it had to be taken out on the green belt "novice", who hadn't won a fight, and after 18 seconds against me (first thing I did was check the clock) he wasn't going to win one. He gets a silver medal, I get a bronze medal. Bah, crazy.
Tom got silver, Ben got a silver for one win and one loss. Lisa, some 40ish yo beginner in her first comp lost both, but did pretty well. Pretty good day for NJC, could have been a wee bit better but hey, it'll do.
Got home eventually, ate pizza, drank looooaads of water, got West Wing on DVD (really nice sensible cover art, but it's all folded in on itself, about 1.5 metres long once you fold it all out. The Wire on DVD has ace packaging, with the pages "pages" to hold the disc, which I love so so much. Fratellis' album is ace, well I've only listened to the first two songs, five times. Keep meaning to listen to the other songs but something else comes up. Also got the Kaiser Chiefs new album, that's in the kitchen ready to be Washing-Up music that won't offend my mother as much as the Fratellis. Also The Prestige novel which after a quick flick through seems to have a totally different structure from the movie.
Then drinking, had two very quick pints in the Forresters in Neyland, where we haven't drunk in ages. The talk of the town was about two girls giving blow'n'handjobs to a fair few men in the streets the night before. Wonderful. Then the bus we were hurriedly drinking for turned up, we made several "Don't make me go all Benoit on you." jokes, and looks like we'd got a new injoke all ready for the day (Yes, don't worry I WILL be making a Chris Benoit post sometime soon, once a few more facts become all done. I know you guys can't wait for that.) Had ANOTHER very quick drink in The Friars in Haverfordwest before we had to run away from some fat guy that was being a twat whilst he was getting his next pint. So 3 quick pints after a dehydrating day in stuffy warm Cardiff Arena, so that was fun. Things slowed down a bit there, did some chilling out with folks. At some point found/was given a white plastic hat with a black tape tie on it. No idea where I got it from, probably the floor :( but it remained with me throughout the night and probably helped increase my promiscuous dancing and promiscuous snogging with some girl who was funky enough in the darkened havens of Matisse nightclub. As usual there was a point where she just completely disappeared, always have to wonder how attractive these girls I drunkenly get actually are, and how much they cry the day after for not being able to keep my attention long enough to not wander off to stand on a podium to do more public dancing. She wasn't blonde though, I still gotsta snog me a blonde one day (and, y'know, get laid).
Some fat blonde took the liberty of taking my hat, after some serious staring, she didn't keep it for long as I snatched it back. HOW DARE SHE? On my own frigging birthday of all days. And then burger and onion rings were a-calling, I got talking to some girl called Rebecca (rolleyes) whilst waiting for food, the whole (quite possibly drunken) discussion based on what a sensible name Rebecca is to call someone and her personal favourite form of her name (Bex, IIRC). I should collect all Rebeccas together some time and do a poll of their favourite thing to be called.
And came home to be mega sensible and not do anything much wrong, hurrah!
[Happy Birthday Rusty!]
Won 2 fights, lost 2 fights, got a bronze medal, West Wing, Wire, Kiaser Chiefs, Fratellis, Prestige, drunk, a hat, several macking sessions, a burger, onion rings.
long version, WHICH IS FUN ALSO:
Woke up at 5, stretched a lot, ate frosties, watched daily show, briefly saw parents before jetting off to Cardiff. Turned out senior weigh-ins weren't until 12, so lots of sitting about. But turned out that Ben was in the weight group below, so I'd only have to worry about fighting one guy from my club, Tom. Only due to low numbers, they'd mix the novices in with us folk also, which meant I'd be fighting new beginner Simon from our club also.
Club report: Couple of golds for the juniors, one came back from inevitable losing to get a great throw in and win, and then won his second match easily. A few silvers, including a white belt who came up against two yellow belts, four grades higher than him. Many bronzes because EVERYONE GETS A MEDAL!!!! Also all the medals are actually gold in colour, what the fuck WJA you're hardly trying.
I beat Simon, as expected, but he got a gold for beating the other novice (who was a green belt). And after that I got to fight Tom, so starting off with two fights against my own club wasn't ideal but hey. Our fight was pretty laughable, in that it just must have looked rehearsed. Many, many, many counters because we both pretty much knew what to expect and how to stop it. Tom got the win, but not until after a couple of minutes, the first time I've lost a fight without going out like a complete punk in ages.
Then I got to fight the other brown belt, he'd beaten the other guys at this point, and I'd watched attentively, and had a tactical gameplan, which I actually followed through with. I had to be quick, avoid getting close to him, and if I do, get the fuck out. I did exactly that, I don't think I've been prouder of how I've fought, once agin it took a couple of minutes for the loss to happen but oh man was I gutted. I actually thought I'd won the fight at one point, I thought I'd caught him offguard, I thought he had landed flat on his back as I threw him, I thought I'd given the Organisers a true headache with all of us having won one fight each among the true three. Turned out he landed on his face, not a single score from it, nothing, I was pretty heartbroken from that moment. Felt like a win had been snatched away by what must have been an impressive turn by my opponent. I shall make sure I fight him again, I shall have my revenge. But until then, I guess it had to be taken out on the green belt "novice", who hadn't won a fight, and after 18 seconds against me (first thing I did was check the clock) he wasn't going to win one. He gets a silver medal, I get a bronze medal. Bah, crazy.
Tom got silver, Ben got a silver for one win and one loss. Lisa, some 40ish yo beginner in her first comp lost both, but did pretty well. Pretty good day for NJC, could have been a wee bit better but hey, it'll do.
Got home eventually, ate pizza, drank looooaads of water, got West Wing on DVD (really nice sensible cover art, but it's all folded in on itself, about 1.5 metres long once you fold it all out. The Wire on DVD has ace packaging, with the pages "pages" to hold the disc, which I love so so much. Fratellis' album is ace, well I've only listened to the first two songs, five times. Keep meaning to listen to the other songs but something else comes up. Also got the Kaiser Chiefs new album, that's in the kitchen ready to be Washing-Up music that won't offend my mother as much as the Fratellis. Also The Prestige novel which after a quick flick through seems to have a totally different structure from the movie.
Then drinking, had two very quick pints in the Forresters in Neyland, where we haven't drunk in ages. The talk of the town was about two girls giving blow'n'handjobs to a fair few men in the streets the night before. Wonderful. Then the bus we were hurriedly drinking for turned up, we made several "Don't make me go all Benoit on you." jokes, and looks like we'd got a new injoke all ready for the day (Yes, don't worry I WILL be making a Chris Benoit post sometime soon, once a few more facts become all done. I know you guys can't wait for that.) Had ANOTHER very quick drink in The Friars in Haverfordwest before we had to run away from some fat guy that was being a twat whilst he was getting his next pint. So 3 quick pints after a dehydrating day in stuffy warm Cardiff Arena, so that was fun. Things slowed down a bit there, did some chilling out with folks. At some point found/was given a white plastic hat with a black tape tie on it. No idea where I got it from, probably the floor :( but it remained with me throughout the night and probably helped increase my promiscuous dancing and promiscuous snogging with some girl who was funky enough in the darkened havens of Matisse nightclub. As usual there was a point where she just completely disappeared, always have to wonder how attractive these girls I drunkenly get actually are, and how much they cry the day after for not being able to keep my attention long enough to not wander off to stand on a podium to do more public dancing. She wasn't blonde though, I still gotsta snog me a blonde one day (and, y'know, get laid).
Some fat blonde took the liberty of taking my hat, after some serious staring, she didn't keep it for long as I snatched it back. HOW DARE SHE? On my own frigging birthday of all days. And then burger and onion rings were a-calling, I got talking to some girl called Rebecca (rolleyes) whilst waiting for food, the whole (quite possibly drunken) discussion based on what a sensible name Rebecca is to call someone and her personal favourite form of her name (Bex, IIRC). I should collect all Rebeccas together some time and do a poll of their favourite thing to be called.
And came home to be mega sensible and not do anything much wrong, hurrah!
[Happy Birthday Rusty!]