Spot the disaster: part II

So dear reader, if you have been keeping up-to-date, last time we saw out intrepid adventurer (that's me) he had returned home from the Spring course without any disasters occurring, had gone to the pub with his mates for a single drink, was very tired and about to drive home and then as he reached into his pockets to get his car keys and felt the hard cold touch of a second pair of keys against his skin.

I'll switch back to the first person now....

None other than Sensei's only keys to his office at the dojo as well as the only set of keys to the hall in which the spring course was being hosted (As well as the only keys to turn off the burglar alarm...).

I cannot properly describe the sinking feeling I felt at that moment as the realisation of what I had in my possession hit my like a freight train and the events of the next day of my life flashed before my eyes.
Driving. Lots of driving.
The spring course ended tomorrow at midday, that meant the keys had to be there by then and it was currently midnight. Mail delivery would never get there in time.

On top of all of this was the realisation of how many times my hands should have felt the keys the in my pocket before I got home. I'll count them for you:
1. As I got into my car at Birmingham
2&3. Getting out of and back into my car at the service station where I had my unexpected dinner with Tom Tam
4. Getting out of my car prior to my pint at the pub (At which point returning to Birmingham that night may have still been an option).

Furthermore I wasn't sure if Sensei would need the keys by 7 am or whether he could wait until midday. Bear in mind that he would be waking at 5.30 am.
If Sensei was waking at 5.30 am, then I too would be waking at 5.30 am and contacting him if possible.

I won't go into many more details. Only that by the time I got there it transpired that they had somehow set the burglar alarm off that morning (Oh I think I mentioned the burglar alarm before...) and they couldn't turn it off for about an hour during Iai Batto Ho because I had driven home with the keys.

And one last thing! I had originally planned to take my Granny to the Royal Albert Hall that day. Luckily my sister was also going so my Granny still got to go.
But I didn't! And I had really been looking forward to it as well.

But you know how the saying goes...
Steal Sensei's keys and you don't get to go to the Royal Albert Hall.

PS. About 3 months later I returned home from the South of France with my Hotel room key still in my pocket.

I mailed it back this time.

Spring course 2014 (spot the disaster)

I want to play a fun little game that I like to call spot the oncoming disaster before it happens. If you successfully spot the eventual disaster before it happens then give yourself a pat on the back, I don't think you will though.

So 'twas spring course 2014, my ankle was still not yet fully healed but I thought, like 2 weeks before, I would attend the spring course and train for as long as possible and stop when my ankle couldn't take it any more.

Can you see the disaster yet?

On Friday I arrived at the dojo and parked outside, I boxed in one of the car's but knowing it would belong to someone at the spring course I knew there wouldn't be a problem...

Oh....maybe you thought you'd seen the disaster but were mistaken, do you see it now?

So Zazen class started as normal. It ended with a new ceremony that I've never seen before during zazen. It involved approaching the Kamiza and burning some incense. Pierre was first, then Tim. Then I was next.
New etiquette, all eyes on me. YOU SEE THE DISASTER!

Nah, I'm just kidding, I nailed it.

However the pressure of Zazen on my ankle basically finished my day. I managed one body art class and some Bokken. But that wasn't the disaster.

No you see after Zazen I volunteered to cook porridge for the entire seminar for breakfast. That's porridge for 30. I have never in my life ever imagined cooking porridge for 30 people. And there was no measuring equipment. And I didn't the correct water/porridge/milk ratios.
But it worked out fine actually. So that wasn't the disaster.

Side note: Sensei was heading the kitchen operations, I won't go into the details but it turns out he has asbestos hands.

Then the next few hours passed without anything noteworthy. BUT WAIT! One of my possible disaster scenarios had not yet resolved itself.....

Sensei gave me and Ayman (not Ayman and I) the keys to his office to bring over some loudspeakers for music for the evening. There are 3 sets of various speaker based technologies in sensei's office by the way (who knew?) and so as you might expect we got the wrong set the first time...but that is hardly a disaster I'm sure you'll agree.

GET BACK TO THE CAR WILL, YOU KEEP HINTING ABOUT YOUR CAR!

Oh yes...

So we returned to get the correct equipment from his office. On our way we were approached by a local, a neighbour in fact. It turns out I had actually boxed in his car in the dojo car parks (FYI Sensei has a parking arrangement with some of the neighbours).

Ah, this could be a problem.

Nope, it wasn't. I moved my car and let them out and there were no hard feelings.

We returned to seminar, I decided to take part in the last Bokken class of the day as I thought my ankle was up to the job. "AHA!" I hear you say. "The actual disaster was in your very first hint!".....Wrong again my dear reader, wrong again.

The day came to a close without any problems at all. I drove home. Amusingly Tom Tam and I shared an unplanned dinner at a service station half-way down the M40 where we bumped into each other.

And then I met up with some friends at a local pub, had one drink. At about midnight (or possibly later?), still well within legal driving limit I went to drive home.

....

Which is when I put my hand in my pocket and felt the only set of keys to Sensei's office and the building in which the Spring course was being held still in there.

Woking Aikido

So with the exodus of many of the old members of Gen Sen Jyuku towards the South-East of England, including one Thomas Tam, the question occurred as to what should be done about there being such a high-density of GSJ in one area yet still too far from Ei Mei Kan.

I'd like to point out now that my telling of this first part of the story is entirely conjecture on my part. I was not involved in the birth of this story which I will tell below but have happily become involved in it.

With so many children of GSJ so close together it was deemed madness that they should not conspire to meet and train together. Of course this trend of GSJ students towards the South-East is not news and has been an occurrence for at least as long as I have been at GSJ.
What was different as of last year was that Tom Tam was moving to the South-East too. This was news.

And so at the Ei Mei Kan Christmas seminar 2013 I was invited to join the other ex-members of GSJ in some aikido training in the town where Tom lived. At this stage there were no details set in stone. Only the knowledge that at some point we would converge on the town of Woking and train.

A few weeks later I received a text message asking which of two possible dates I was free and to have a think about any techniques I would like to see at training.

And so it was that on the 25th February 2014 I attended the first ever home-counties aikido seminar. Joined by a humble student base of just 2 others (Christopher Ng and Adrian Harasemiuc) and under the tutelage of the very capable Tom Tam.

What I learnt at some point between my invite and the event itself was that Tom and Szevone had in fact converted their garage into a dojo. Just 6 mats long and 2.5 mats wide (mats not sqaures), this is without a doubt the smallest dojo I have ever seen, you couldn't possibly fit any more than 4 students and a teacher in the space.
Yet it is also a truely wonderful dojo. The care that Tom and Szevone have put into converting a garage into a space to practise aikido is inspiring.

Of course with such a small number of students the seminar was naturally quite intense. There was of course only one person taking tori at any one time which meant that you were under constant scrutiny. But along with this scrutiny comes a lot of personal tuition and the teacher being able to bend the session to the individual needs of the students.

The day was fantastic. I am humbled by the work that has gone into the creation of the dojo and honoured to have been invited at all to train with the home counties aikidoka as well as partake in the very seminar of  the Woking dojo.

(Should it be called Woking Mei Kan?)

Summer School 2013 - Ukemi for Horii Sensei

Horii Sensei is a 7th dan Shihan from Honbu dojo and led the 2013 Summer school.
He is the most senior teaching I have ever taken Ukemi for.

In Summer School the teachers will in general, mostly use hakamas to demonstrate to the class. The previous I had entered with entirely the wrong mind-set and had been more focused on locating senior teachers than actually paying attention to the demonstration, which as I have mentioned was a big mistake.  So this year I was quite keen to get as close to the demonstrations as possible so that I could absorb as much knowledge as possible. I think as a result, for the first day or two, I was sitting noticeably nearer the demonstrations than the other juniors who seemed to move in closer as the week went on.
Now I did not want to take Ukemi for Horii sensei in front of the whole summer school because I knew I would somehow bugger it up. But the more you sit in the front row of students the more your chance of getting picked for Ukemi increases. And I think I may have come across in the first two days as being a keen bean who was determined to be used for Ukemi. Nothing could have been further from the truth. But of course it happened.

You know how every teacher has their own way of signalling to a person to come up for Ukemi, or to sit down again, or that they want to perform the technique from a different angle so that the class can see some subtle thing. It can be a bit confusing at first when a teacher makes these signals in a way you are not used to.

So when Horii sensei signalled to me for Ukemi I was up in an instant, presenting the image of a calm student who was ready for this. I was of course absolutely terrified.
I took Ukemi acceptably well twice. But I was trying so hard to spot any kind of subtle signal, so as to be perfectly on the ball, that I completely imagined a signal for me to sit down.

A signal so subtle that only I saw it, and Horii Sensei didn't even make it.

I knelt down and bowed to Horii Sensei who just stood there and looked at me confused. I then took Ukemi twice more, feeling like a prat. To be honest it wasn't that bad, I had taken Ukemi acceptably well which was the main thing. But damn it I was so close.

You know the feeling, when your training and you get so close to getting it right. So close to doing some vaguely impressive. And then you mess it up at the last hurdle.

Well anyway I'm very honoured to say he then used me for Ukemi a second time that day. I think by this stage I was the only none hakama that he had used for Ukemi and he used me twice! I felt like bloody royalty. But with that came a scarier thought. What if seniors who didn't know me had noted this occurrence? What if they thought I was good at aikido? This was not going to work in my favour.

Luckily this didn't seem to happen. However the juniors did seem to have noted this and were far more insistent to be the first to take ukemi first when training with me. They eventually realised that they were wrong to think I had any level of skill but it was amusing that there was a noticeable change in the way the juniors treated me for a while.


Nearing the end of the week there was a lesson in which Horii Sensei was taking a lesson just for the juniors. By this point most of the juniors had taken Ukemi for Horii Sensei at least once. But what was special now was that we were doing Nikkyo.

And we all know how I feel about Nikkyo.

Every demonstration I sat as near as I could, mentally screaming at him to take me for Ukemi. I had to be Nikkyo'd by Horii Sensei. If I missed this chance I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I think my attempts at looking fired up actually worked.

He took me for Ukemi and Nikkyo'd me. Oh sweet bliss and glory. My wrists had been touched by a God. I wanted the Nikkyo's to go on forever. But alas, like all good things, that too did eventually have to come to an end.

Summer School 2013 - washing Gi's

So, my first full summer school. Although I'm yet to know for sure I imagine every summer school is quite an experience regardless of how many times you go.

Having learnt my lesson from my mini summer school adventure the year before I entered into this one with much more restraint.
I recommend summer school to everyone, it's brilliant, but it is damn hard. It is both physically and mentally challenging and I noticed this year that even the senior students approach it with care because it is just as challenging for them.

Generally members of EMK all stay in the same flat and a chore rota is put together. Everyone should in theory have one job to do each day, such as cooking dinner or preparing lunch. And generally people do different tasks each day. I signed myself up to wash and dry the all the Gi's. Everyday. Woops.
Despite Tom and Tim asking me if I wanted to reconsider, genuinely giving me a way out because I wasn't to know, I decided that since I had signed myself up for it I would therefore do it. Woops.
We were doing the washing for two shihans and several shidoin and their Gi's needed to be cleaned and returned to them bone-dry every day.
When you have to get up every morning for either Zazen or Batto-Ho, you don't want to be up until 1 am waiting for the Gi's to finish their third cycle through the tumble dryers.

You see there are lots of other things to do in the evening as well so sometimes you may not get to start washing the Gi's until way after classes have finished.

If it wasn't for Tim having the foresight to bring a very interesting piece of kit that I believe is called the "Dry Buddi" then some nights I wouldn't have even been in bed by one.

To be honest most of EMK stayed up until the Gi's were dry anyway. Each night Sensei's Gi had to be checked by Tom Tam. There was something rather enjoyable about presenting Sensei's Gi to Tom and watching as he performed the official Tom Tam bone-dry test (patented of course) and waiting to receive his stamp of approval. I also finally learnt how to fold a Gi properly, that's right, there's a proper way.

Not much more to say on this. I hope you enjoyed reading.