I remember on numerous occasions flying up the stairs and going straight out that It was all nicely laid out with pot plants and a window box, stuff like that. When someone was hot on my heels I used to end up running up the maisonette back stairs and there wasĪ window at the top without glass. Unusual type of maisonette was on big concrete supports and was only two houses down from me. It had a large maisonette type of housing on the end of the block. I had previously been living in a block of a new type housing that was developed with in the famous Byker wall estate. I was pretty fast and getting faster and for the ones I struggled to out run later But however not one of them who wanted to lay harm on me ever caught me at that time. Chants of “Bungle” “Curly Tots” “I’m Going to get you” where heard chasingīehind me wherever I went. But it had however as it happens, taught me to run. “nineteen seventies” type of bungle hair style never helped me. I guess I don't fit in easy and the fact that I was sporting a massive Jackson Five I was glad and keen to fit in as the previous years had been complete hell. I guess it was not my time to shine in world of martial arts yet.įast forwarding to 1988 It was a good year for all other kids who were twelve years old, I though had just come back to the small town called Wallsend, after my family had returned after movingĪway to Byker for year or two. Months had little positive or even negative effect on my martial journey. I had learned nothing at all, not a thing, I can honestly say that this really early martial arts experience during those dark winter That's about all I can remember from my time at that dojo. This first taste of my martial arts future was a sour one, So I won’t continue to send you to sleep possibly it was down to my young age or maybe down to it not being quite what I expected. I guess this was a common trend that took place at most The help to improve your karate and correct any mistakes was not there and if you couldn't copy, well you had big problems. It was a special treat if you got an instructor come anywhere near you during a Karate session especially due to the massive size of Karate classes were massive and the new “In thing” to do but unfortunately the instructors didn't thinkĪbout the fact that they may need more instructors to help. There was at that time a massive boom in Karate, due to the latest movies at the cinema. The old one-hundred-year-old ball room style floors were unforgiving to bare feet. Pivot on a heel or the ball of the foot and tear it into a massive flap of skin. If that wasn't the reason for the crying then it was most likely from the blisters, cuts and flaps of skin on their feet. I saw teenagers crying after training because their fingers were so blue and cold theyĬould hardly fasten their trousers. Students stretched across a very rough wooden sprung floor with areas coned of due to the roof leaking. I got to my first martial arts belt at 6 years old during a particular cold winter at a really cold Karate dojo, where I can remember very loud shouting of commands by the sensei. Some kids wanted to be like Spider Man or Even Super Man but not me. I couldn't wait to live my life like they do in the It was my ticket to happiness, My destiny, My future. But aįriend of mine had heard of a local Karate club and I was all in, totally convinced. Nails, I had just fabricated a pair of Nunchucks and was proud of my work and ready for my martial arts journey or so I thought but instead I was a child with hands full of wood splinters. I was 6 years old and only just old enough to pick up a long wood saw and cut two 4-inch pieces off the top of my father’s garden brush, securing a dog’s choker chain between them with hook ![]() But little was known of martial arts back then, so any system would be the fuel you needed if you wanted to be like Master of The Martial Arts Mr Kids of the time also dived into martial arts. I was so into those films I simply just had to join a Martial arts school immediately. Of excited sweat used to roll down from my arm pits and pool at the top of my trousers. It was 1982 and I had seen many of the Bruce Lee films as a younger child and the adrenaline from watching Bruce Lee fight caused me to sweat. Twenty-three and a half minutes I have stared at this white screen waiting for the words to appear, I guess it doesn't always happen that way…. Karate Oil: A Journey of blood sweat and tears
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