Saturday, 11 August 2018

Yes,Take Pride,but also maybe your rubbish home?


It seemed a lot longer than a week since I had been rolling Brazilian Jui Jitsu on the mats.
A lot had happened or maybe it just felt like that.

1)      We had exchanged our second round of foreign exchange students for….foreign exchange students. Our students from France and Germany bid us a fond farewell. I know Anna was trying to give a sincere heartfelt goodbye especially to the one that got eye liner on the carpet. 

2)      With the arrival of two Austrian girls our upstairs spare room now sounded more like downtown Vienna. Unbeknown to them their unprompted acts of clearing their plates, loading the dishwasher and taking their shoes off before being asked probably put them in instant silver medal position behind our first week Danish student. She did all of that but also brought Anna chocolate and offered to try and get William to eat his breakfast.

“William you need to listen, taking your spoon in your hand and eat your breakfast, you are a big boy starting the school soon!”

“And you need to ring and tell your Mum you’re never coming home you’re a keeper and maybe our best chance and training our son slash wolf cub.”

3)      Our friends who had moved to Gran Canaria last year came to visit for their annual trip back to the Motherland. I saw this as a great opportunity for booking in two sea swim round the buoys followed by Doom bar and curry nights. These were sanctioned by Anna in the name of friendship and international relations. And quite possibly the chance of a discounted family holiday in the future.




4)      My mate Dave will also find himself in several of MC Wrapper’s future songs. I am hoping two bags of crisps and the third round of beers will satisfy him in the way of royalties.

5)      Pride descended on the city and you would have been correct in thinking that it was the end of days if you had accompanied me on my seafront patrol on Sunday morning. The fact that we always have two officers for this patrol highlights the obvious risks.

“Did it rain last night?”

“No mate that’s not a puddle of water, it’s yellow and steaming!”

“Whoever dropped their wallet in it might want to give it a wash!”





I had thrown myself into creating songs for the MC Wrapper to perform in an attempt to build a Utube channel. Getting shots for the accompanying video wasn’t easy and clearly testing my wife’s patience.

“Darling can you just hold this for five seconds!”

Yeah nice try! I’m not falling for that one again!”

So as you can see important as rolling and trying to perfect my lasso is there is often other family and life stuff that will have to trump it.

This was the first class I had ever done taken by the new black belt Mario. It was a great class and running through a lot of drills was really helpful especially for an old duffer like me with a head full of life and work stuff.

There was about 45 minutes of rolling afterwards which also gave me the chance to get the three shots I needed for the next two MC Wrapper songs.
My climb to base camp "Blue belt first stripe" continues as to does MC Wrapper's attempt to become the 3rd maybe 4th most famous white rapper in Saltdean, East Sussex.

For a very childish song about flatulence please watch this space. It’s on it’s way…brraaaaap! Sorry!

                                                               MC Wrapper songs
                                           




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