Fight in the Kingsland North

[Turkish]

I'll invite you round sometime. You can show me some Krav Maga moves. The Israelis know best.

 

I suggest you You Tube "Krav Maga Fight Quest" and see what happened when a couple of MMA Yanks went and trained in Krav Maga for a week.

 

 

Where do you box by the way? I did 4 years at Eastpoint back in the day.

[dronskisaint]

LOL at all the internet posturing!!

[SuperMikey]

I suggest you You Tube "Krav Maga Fight Quest" and see what happened when a couple of MMA Yanks went and trained in Krav Maga for a week.

 

 

Where do you box by the way? I did 4 years at Eastpoint back in the day.

 

 

Did they form The Avengers?

 

We've got a bag in the house and we usually just spar with each other. Part time, y'know. Just something to do.

[Turkish]

Did they form The Avengers?

 

We've got a bag in the house and we usually just spar with each other. Part time, y'know. Just something to do.

 

Do you wear robes into the room where the bag is and and build a ring? What music do you come in to?

[SuperMikey]

Do you wear robes into the room where the bag is and and build a ring? What music do you come in to?

 

 

 

As an intimidation tactic I walk in bollock naked, with a lit cigarette tucked underneath the ol' chap. I have several pieces of music to play me in. Firstly there's an ambient piece by Brian Eno, and to accompany that I just stare at my opponent/housemate with my meanest squint. That segues into "I'm So Excited" by The Pointer Sisters, with the cigarette still burning. I usually time it so when the first chorus starts the cigarette has burned down so low that my ball hair has been singed, filling the room with an acrid scent which clings to the walls. The next track is a re-imagining of "Rockin' All Over The World" which I recorded myself. It's two parts trip-hop, three parts maudlin balladeering. You'd like it. As that song plays, I take a long sip from a bottle of Lipton's Ice Tea, which I then pretend is a dance partner and perform a Fred Astaire routine with. Hopefully by now the cigarette has burned out completely, if the butt is still in place underneath my tadger then it's a bonus. Lastly I start crying, then wipe my tears away with the gloves, meaning that when I strike my opponent/housemate he will be marked with the salty fluid of war.

 

Then the fight begins and I proceed to have the sh!t kicked out of me.

[Saint Fan CaM]

To be honest I bet most people's ar4eholes twitch when you're about. Animal instinct.

 

Thanks - I've just deposited my drink over my monitor because of that comment! Excellent!

[TheCholulaKid]

Give it a rest, Turkish - you embarrass yourself. SuperMikey makes you look like a right **** EVERY time.

[LostBoys]

It wasn't me but I did threaten a guy who tried to avoid using the aisles and climb over the seats and kicked my wife in the process. Next time he wll be doing it with only one leg working but there won't be a next time. I like where I sit but like everywhere else there are a few knobs as Saints supporters. This does not count as a 'divided house' as I only threatened him and the game was over.

[Turkish]

Give it a rest, Turkish - you embarrass yourself. SuperMikey makes you look like a right **** EVERY time.

 

I clearly need to start taking the Internet spaz boards more seriously so people don't embarassing me.

[sir woody]

You're stood there, the 4 little mongs start attacking your new mate again, what would you do?

 

How about, kick the **** out of all four of them and then go for a pint.

[Mattio]

As an intimidation tactic I walk in bollock naked, with a lit cigarette tucked underneath the ol' chap. I have several pieces of music to play me in. Firstly there's an ambient piece by Brian Eno, and to accompany that I just stare at my opponent/housemate with my meanest squint. That segues into "I'm So Excited" by The Pointer Sisters, with the cigarette still burning. I usually time it so when the first chorus starts the cigarette has burned down so low that my ball hair has been singed, filling the room with an acrid scent which clings to the walls. The next track is a re-imagining of "Rockin' All Over The World" which I recorded myself. It's two parts trip-hop, three parts maudlin balladeering. You'd like it. As that song plays, I take a long sip from a bottle of Lipton's Ice Tea, which I then pretend is a dance partner and perform a Fred Astaire routine with. Hopefully by now the cigarette has burned out completely, if the butt is still in place underneath my tadger then it's a bonus. Lastly I start crying, then wipe my tears away with the gloves, meaning that when I strike my opponent/housemate he will be marked with the salty fluid of war.

 

Then the fight begins and I proceed to have the sh!t kicked out of me.