I knocked off another book in what Matt Polly calls the "idiot-participatory-martial-arts memoir category" over the weekend: The Pajama Game.
I did judo briefly when I was primary school age. Mark Law - the author - didn't even take it up until take it up until he was pushing 50, and many of the venues in the book, like the Budokwai, are within striking distance of here.
Ray Stevens, the Olympic silver medalist (and Brazilian Jui-Jitsu black belt under Roger Gracie) who features prominently has a Wimbledon judo club.
It is all rather worryingly tempting.
Oh, and it is a good book. Perhaps the "self-deprecating-participatory-martial-arts memoir category" would be more accurate.