Monday, 30 June 2008
Oh where in the world is my world wide web?
Still no internet at Harlot Heights. I languished for the ether all weekend, forced to read things on paper, with no links, and write things on paper, with no links, and see Kung-Fu Panda, down the flicks, with no links. Late yesterday afternoon someone knocked on my door. It was a man selling karate lessons. Faint with lack of html and inspired by the kung-fu panda, I signed up. For karate lessons. Which start tomorrow evening. And so I must go home, where there is no internet, and mend my tracksuit pants so they are bright and shiny for karate lesson numero uno.
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Luckily, the way of the empty hand requires no Internet connection.
How did the lesson go? Did you enjoy yourself?
He knocked?
He didn't kung fu kick your door down?
That's a bad sign already.
But yes, how did they go?
The good news is, I live to tell the tale; the bad news is, there's not much of a tale to tell. No likelihood of my tossing a kick over my shoulder any time soon.
Which style of karate (eg. goju-ryu, shotokan) are you being taught?
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