PG, the Butlers and I went for a lunchtime pizza at Pappa Ciccia, just over Putney Bridge in Fulham Palace Road the other Saturday. I was supposed to be calling on him in Hammersmith on my way back to Cardiff, and they had been doing something on the river that morning.
As we were sitting around the table, I noticed a big yellow egg of a bruise under the cap sleeve of Mat's t-shirt.
"How did you get that?"
"Tom and I were playing 'Punch 4 Punch.'"
Tom is his son; a boy in his early teens. 'Serves you right for sending him to Karate as soon as he was weaned and out of nappies,' I thought. My sleeve? I was laughing up it.
Back in Cardiff this weekend, in the front room of mum and dad's empty house, I had a flashback. Ben did muay Thai, not Karate from a young age.
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