FWC kung fu competition, Clapham

Last weekend was a busy one for me. Kung fu all the way, we had our interclub competition on Saturday, and on Sunday (first time I remember it not being also a Saturday) was the Chinese New Year dinner at Joy King Lau.

No brain, more pain

I think it’s about time I updated you on what’s been going on this year so far.

Xin nian kuai le! (Or ‘Gung hei fat choi!’ in Cantonese.)

This is the Chinese Year of the Tiger. Also, it’s my year, so I’m going to make it count. My kung fu will get better, my writing will take more of a precedence again and I’ll generally be more motivated.

Well, the new decade is upon us

As I saw out the old year and prepared to welcome in the new, a friend of mine imparted some sad news. I knew already that Tim Hart, formerly of my beloved Steeleye Span, was gravely ill, but that was the night I learnt he had passed away. The moment he told me, I felt something break deep within my soul, as if a part of me had gone with him.