Blaise loved the taste of rice pudding. It was the combination of the creamy taste caused by the milk and the lovely sweetness of the sugar. The skin on top was his favourite part, and he relished the way it coated his front teeth as he scraped off from the rather fine piece of silverware … Continue reading
Blaise pushed himself away from the table in order to give his stomach some extra room. Happily full of horse steak, baked potato and red wine, he was relishing the thought of the jam roly poly and custard to come. “Damned fine meal sir, thank you.” Thatcher looked just as pleased with the meal they’d … Continue reading
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m supposed to die in bed, of old age. Constable John Scott gasped in agony as he tried to push his guts back through the savage tears in his stomach. The pain threatened to overwhelm him, and with a half-sob, half-retch, he vomited green bile. His scream was … Continue reading
Members of clubs, any clubs, often take what the club provides for granted. This is perfectly understandable because quite often, they are completely removed from the running of the club. This is exactly the same for martial arts instructor. Students turn up, practice – or train – and then go home. The instructor has gone … Continue reading
Let’s face it, when you’re feeling ill, down, tired, grumpy or just plain lazy, teaching of any kind can be a chore. When what you’re teaching is as physical as most martial arts, and as athletic at Taekwondo can be, motivation can be as hard to find as hen’s teeth. This weekend, it was hammered … Continue reading