I wanted to do a follow-up post last month on those people who made everything happen because I feel that they often go unrecognised.
Did you know that the morning of my birthday party last month, my Mom arrived at my house (while I was at work) and did housework all day to help get the place guest-friendly?
I normally don't approve of other people doing my housework for me, but since it was a fairly special occasion, I just thanked my Mom and was very grateful.
Did you know that for every Combat Pit Series tournament, and we have one a month, we have at least six people who constantly show up just to help with getting things done?
Richard is our long-suffering friend and fellow brother-in-arms, who always arrives first, always scores the tournaments, and is quite happy to stay around and chat to everyone who has an interest in fighting and Lord of the Rings. He never asks for anything in return and for that, he deserves some gratitude.
Karen, Matt the Goat and his little brother Mikey are there every tournament, helping to time and count hits. They are a fighting family at heart and by ancestry, and they are a valuable and welcome part of our tribe, too.
Jamie and Cathy, who own Mad Monks, offered us the venue for nothing. They have given time after their official closing hour to see a tournament through to the end, and have gambled their meagre earnings on more staff at times, just to ensure they can provide a good service to people, if they show up to support. They have long working hours and never have I seen a grumpy face or heard a snotty reply, and for that they have my respect. It's not easy working in the hospitality industry.
If you have not organised a tournament, I don't think you'll be able to appreciate the kind of people I'm talking about. They make the tournament a happy, easy-going and fun place to be. They get shit done. You only notice them when you find they are not around, and then it's too late.
So here is hoping we never lose those valuable, wonderful people who help to keep our dreams alive.
*one day, I'll get photos to put here*
One more thing:
Combat Pit yesterday was awesome. We had four steel fighters, which wasn't a hell of a lot by international standards, but the fighting was good, we had fun and good sportsmanship, and there were no injuries. So I reckon that's a good day, all in all.
Julian won the tournament again, Dagan came in second and I came in third, with Calvin in his first armoured event, in fourth place.
We also met a lovely videographer who took footage of all of the fights. I will get it from him this week and put it up as soon as it is ready for public consumption.
In the meantime, here are a couple of photos of the winner and yours truly (wearing my beloved German surcoat from Melanie).
I can't wait for the Combat Pit polearm event next month!
Did you know that the morning of my birthday party last month, my Mom arrived at my house (while I was at work) and did housework all day to help get the place guest-friendly?
I normally don't approve of other people doing my housework for me, but since it was a fairly special occasion, I just thanked my Mom and was very grateful.
Did you know that for every Combat Pit Series tournament, and we have one a month, we have at least six people who constantly show up just to help with getting things done?
Richard is our long-suffering friend and fellow brother-in-arms, who always arrives first, always scores the tournaments, and is quite happy to stay around and chat to everyone who has an interest in fighting and Lord of the Rings. He never asks for anything in return and for that, he deserves some gratitude.
Karen, Matt the Goat and his little brother Mikey are there every tournament, helping to time and count hits. They are a fighting family at heart and by ancestry, and they are a valuable and welcome part of our tribe, too.
Jamie and Cathy, who own Mad Monks, offered us the venue for nothing. They have given time after their official closing hour to see a tournament through to the end, and have gambled their meagre earnings on more staff at times, just to ensure they can provide a good service to people, if they show up to support. They have long working hours and never have I seen a grumpy face or heard a snotty reply, and for that they have my respect. It's not easy working in the hospitality industry.
If you have not organised a tournament, I don't think you'll be able to appreciate the kind of people I'm talking about. They make the tournament a happy, easy-going and fun place to be. They get shit done. You only notice them when you find they are not around, and then it's too late.
So here is hoping we never lose those valuable, wonderful people who help to keep our dreams alive.
*one day, I'll get photos to put here*
One more thing:
Combat Pit yesterday was awesome. We had four steel fighters, which wasn't a hell of a lot by international standards, but the fighting was good, we had fun and good sportsmanship, and there were no injuries. So I reckon that's a good day, all in all.
Julian won the tournament again, Dagan came in second and I came in third, with Calvin in his first armoured event, in fourth place.
We also met a lovely videographer who took footage of all of the fights. I will get it from him this week and put it up as soon as it is ready for public consumption.
In the meantime, here are a couple of photos of the winner and yours truly (wearing my beloved German surcoat from Melanie).
I can't wait for the Combat Pit polearm event next month!
