fisticuffs

I am wondering if anyone knows of any decent kick-boxing/martial arts/boxing (not boxercise) classes in the Warwick area. This is for two reasons: 1) We are about to enter the yearly fitboot period which consists of giving up smoking and frantic exercise for about 2 months, 2) I like to hit people. I don't mean hitting just anyone, but there is definitely something satisfying about having a fight. It has been quite a few years (though not that many considering my youthful age) since I have been in a really bitter, out and out cat fight. The first time I fought, indeed all the times I have fought, was in Belfast. I must have been about 13 and I got pounced by two local millies (N. Ireland female derivative of chav/spide etc) who decided they didn't like me. That was more of a taking a kicking really, seeing as there was two on one and they were both about 3 years older than me. In this particular period of my life fighting was intermittent and vicious as it tends to be in such ghettoized areas of the country.

My most memorable scuffle was with a girl who slept with my best friend's boyfriend. This was not just because she was a girl who had slept with a friend's boyfriend but because she had been a close friend of ours and fucked us over. In that situation I was literally incandescent with rage and it wasn't long before she was lain out and I had to be dragged off to calm down (but my my, isn't she uncouth?). The backlash was immense however when her 14stone friend attacked my little 7st self and I felt the weight of a modern day behemoth atop me.

Anyway... I digress as per usual. Nowadays I'm far too liberal and civilised (perhaps one might say bourgeois?) to become embroiled in thrashing or taking a thrashing, but I still enjoy it. I attempted boxing for a while with a personal trainer friend of mine. In his foolishness he decided not to wear head protection so I cracked him in the face and the blood gushed from his nose (ha ha). There is something incredibly satisfying about violent outbursts and physical rushes of rage. There's no one who really sees me angry anymore, not because I contain my anger but because I find little to be angry about... too disinterested and distant to care about anyone else. I mean, really, the world is too crap too waste that much energy on. But I can't wait for the day when someone makes me so furious that I completely blow up... it has been a long time, too long probably. Until then I will probably just rationally argue away any upsets and fight in controlled environments. Battles, they say, should be fought with words, but I think that if words are not enough that it's perfectly logical to use your fists.

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