I remember going for a run one morning in Nerja, Spain. I was running like a greyhound through the town on my way out to the countryside when something out of the corner of my eye brought me to a complete stop. It was a bar that had the crossed swords and lots of other blades memorabilia all over the walls. It was closed (I run early) but looked fantastic inside. I spend a good few minutes looking through the window before carrying on with my chest out feeling all Bladey and singing a few songs to my self as I ran along. I didn't mention it to the wife and kids (3 girls and we live in Warrington) when I got back, they don't understand my obsession.
At times Im like Gordon in Ripping Yarns. 5pm on Saturday after an away defeat and I haven't been. " Dad what's wrong? Have they lost again? Why don't you support a good team? You cant really swear and be abusive at your kids but I've come close! "Are you going to be in a mood all evening" Yes go away, but it's my birthday party dad, go away!