Wednesday 11 August
Today I suffered through one and a half hours of Boxing. In that one and a half hours I: hit a punch bag, did weight training, did push ups, did tummy exercises and RAN UP A BLODDY MASIVE HILL not once not twice but THREE TIMES. So it was not much fun!!!!
Hannah did not go as apparently her tummy hurt or in other words there was something she wanted to do more, in this case go to Mosdale Meadows with Shantell. You know this happens a lot when Hannah wants to play out with her friends her very fickle friends.
When I got home I had two tea's as I was that hungry!!! The first tea consisted of begets with chicken and salad in. and the second was beans and sausages after both of these dinners I felt slightly less worn out but only a little bit less. After I had eaten Hannah's friend shantell came over and we went on the trampoline in three sleeping bags. After doing this I went back inside and watch Big Brother in which they had a task which involved dressing up as a horse.
By Nat (the Ginster) Jones
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Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Thursday, 29 July 2010
Thursday 29 July - Boxing
Today was great why was it great you might ask it was great because I got to box 2 other people in the ring. That's right some poor estate kids had to fight me the 2 times I fought were epic and awesome and other fights would have been epic but there were only 2 fights. The punching of other people was well worth the waits and the skipping and even the plank god how I hate the plank do you know how much I hate it a lot in fact I hate it this much well you can’t see the jester I am making but it is from the end of one hand to the other when I spread my arms out. I also got some raps (I think there called raps I don’t know there proper name) for my hands and wrists which are essentially bandages that I rap round my hands and wrist under my Boxing gloves to protect my wrist’s. When I got home I ate a bowl full of pasta and meatballs they were lovely meatballs then I had to go to Judo the first time in 2 months when I got there I was 1 of only 2 people to be there one think I have to say about today was that I was tired by the end of it.
Nat (The Ginster) Jones
Nat (The Ginster) Jones
Saturday, 24 July 2010
Mossdale Meadows Festival, Tug-a-War, Broken Phone Strap, Air Training Corp, Sundry Stalls, Hannah Off with Shantelle, Me and Nat, Golf Club, No Cream Teas with Jesus, Golf Club 2, Hannah Boxing, Nat Boxing, Nat Fencing, More Golf Clubs 3 4 5 and 6, Walk Home, Zak
It's the Mossdale Meadow Summer Festival today, I don't know if this is the first time it's been held or that we've just missed the previous ones. Anyway, we were all planning to go and see what's what but Deb was still quite unwell and decided to stay home. Nat, Hannah and I walked to Mossdale and we arrived there around 12 PM, as it's at the top of the Kingsway it's hardly a hike. It was a lovely day and, luckily, it held off raining until after the festival ended at 4 PM. There weren't a huge number of things there, as you can see from the photos, but it looked fun so we hastened, hastily, to discover, uncover and delve into ALL it's hidden secret treasures of mystery (OTT or What???).
Nat and Hannah immediately joined in the tug-a-war and, according to Nat ,that's what won it for their side! Somehow Han managed to break the strap on Mum's N73 while tugging but eventually we found the broken strap and tried it back to the phone.
Just after this Shantelle showed up; Han demanded her money then she and Shantelle set off on their own. Nat and I stayed together; the first stall we visited was that of the Air Training Corp. As a teenager I'd been a member of the ATC and done quite a lot of exciting things, including gliding, so I wondered whether we could crowbar this into Nat's already busy schedule. They meet twice a month but, unfortunately, the meetings are on a Monday (kick boxing and Queen's Scouts award) and a Thursday (judo) so it doesn't look like a feasible option.
We continued round, the stalls, to see what there was to see. We bumped into Maxine with daughter Amelia, broken ankle freshly plastered* , in tow and had a brief chat. I'm sure Nat gave thanks that Henri wasn't with them, he absolutely detests Henri.
The first thing we bought was a golf club for a whole £1! We thought we could buy few balls and when walking Monty over on the sports ground we could have a knock around. This might aid in countering Nat's eye/hand coordination problems. Just beyond the stall where we bought this was the cream teas stall. Fifty pence for a Cream Tea!!!! The OAP's were queueing to get a seat and the sign said it was fully booked for the rest of the day. How could they do it for 50p, I hear you cry? It was a church stall and they, like drug dealers who give free samples to reel in new users, were using it as a lose leader to gain new converts.
We acquired another golf club, this time a left handed driver (I know...Why?) at a further stall and proceeded to use them to mug pensioners! Having recouped our cash through this inventive use of our golf clubs we wandered on. Off and on we were joined by Han and Shantelle and while Nat was queueing for a burger I saw them again. They were with Shantelle's Dad, whom I'd not met before, and he turned out to be a charming fellow. Han and I walked over to the boxing ring that had been set up in the middle of the meadow.
Han decided to give boxing a try and turned out to be quite good at it; after all she spends enough time, at home, punching the karate pads she makes me hold. Below are the videos of her in the ring:
I phoned Nat, who was still queueing to buy a burger, to tell him where we were and shortly after he joined us. If Han was going to box then, of course, so was he. Below are his videos:
The bearded chap who was instructing, a settled former traveller would be my guess given the accent and the van, was very complementary about them both and both of them expressed and interest in attending the club. I got the details and we're planing to visit one evening next week. The club runs from 5:00 PM Monday to Thursday and charges a £1.00 per session.
Han, once more, departed with Shantelle and Nat and I went to see the fencing; Nat has fenced before, at scouts, so once more he joined in.
Nat and Hannah immediately joined in the tug-a-war and, according to Nat ,that's what won it for their side! Somehow Han managed to break the strap on Mum's N73 while tugging but eventually we found the broken strap and tried it back to the phone.
Just after this Shantelle showed up; Han demanded her money then she and Shantelle set off on their own. Nat and I stayed together; the first stall we visited was that of the Air Training Corp. As a teenager I'd been a member of the ATC and done quite a lot of exciting things, including gliding, so I wondered whether we could crowbar this into Nat's already busy schedule. They meet twice a month but, unfortunately, the meetings are on a Monday (kick boxing and Queen's Scouts award) and a Thursday (judo) so it doesn't look like a feasible option.
We continued round, the stalls, to see what there was to see. We bumped into Maxine with daughter Amelia, broken ankle freshly plastered* , in tow and had a brief chat. I'm sure Nat gave thanks that Henri wasn't with them, he absolutely detests Henri.
The first thing we bought was a golf club for a whole £1! We thought we could buy few balls and when walking Monty over on the sports ground we could have a knock around. This might aid in countering Nat's eye/hand coordination problems. Just beyond the stall where we bought this was the cream teas stall. Fifty pence for a Cream Tea!!!! The OAP's were queueing to get a seat and the sign said it was fully booked for the rest of the day. How could they do it for 50p, I hear you cry? It was a church stall and they, like drug dealers who give free samples to reel in new users, were using it as a lose leader to gain new converts.
We acquired another golf club, this time a left handed driver (I know...Why?) at a further stall and proceeded to use them to mug pensioners! Having recouped our cash through this inventive use of our golf clubs we wandered on. Off and on we were joined by Han and Shantelle and while Nat was queueing for a burger I saw them again. They were with Shantelle's Dad, whom I'd not met before, and he turned out to be a charming fellow. Han and I walked over to the boxing ring that had been set up in the middle of the meadow.
Han decided to give boxing a try and turned out to be quite good at it; after all she spends enough time, at home, punching the karate pads she makes me hold. Below are the videos of her in the ring:
I phoned Nat, who was still queueing to buy a burger, to tell him where we were and shortly after he joined us. If Han was going to box then, of course, so was he. Below are his videos:
The bearded chap who was instructing, a settled former traveller would be my guess given the accent and the van, was very complementary about them both and both of them expressed and interest in attending the club. I got the details and we're planing to visit one evening next week. The club runs from 5:00 PM Monday to Thursday and charges a £1.00 per session.
Han, once more, departed with Shantelle and Nat and I went to see the fencing; Nat has fenced before, at scouts, so once more he joined in.
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