... and was now waiting at the door for Ianto. Part of him was pretty excited about this whole venture; the other part was going over pretty much everything that he could recall from his first fencing lessons to make sure he wouldn't be doing anything out of order. (Which was entirely possible, he thought, since he'd been at this for over a decade.) A smaller fragment was just glad that he'd...

This just made my day: Though I didn't know you could get red-carded for corps-a-corps. I thought they just called halt and made you back off. The more you know...

Probably the best that can be said for today's fencing is that it's over. And tomorrow's epee, which a) I'm rather better at and b) requires one fewer layers of clothing. I was under the impression that they'd moved the competition to Nottingham for the last 2 years in order to refurbish Crystal Palace, but apparently not. Looks exactly like I remember it, and they still haven't come up with an air...

I appear to have acquired a small Greek wall-plate. It may be of Socrates, I don't know. It is labeled, but someof the letters bear no resemblance to, well, anything. I'm leaning more towards it being...for tomorrow. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Where can one find 6mm allen keys at 10pm? I shall try my sister - she went through a phase of ultra-macho-boyishness and I think she's still got the toolbox

Why did I think today was a good day for FOUR HOURS of fencing? No, really, why? I blame the chocolate brownie cake my friend made for another friend's birthday - seriously, my day got immeasurably better after I ate that stuff, and for no apparent reason. Actually, for a Friday, it was pretty good before that. It just seemed to be one of those days where things don't exactly go perfectly but they...