I’m Scott.
When I was very young, about Primary School age, I moved from a small village in Fife called Aberdour, to a suburb of Glasgow called Lenzie.
The summer that we moved, we went on holiday to France and met a family from the neighbouring town Bishopbriggs. Pauline, the matriarch of said family, ran/runs a karate class, which I attended for a number of years up to the age of about 17, attaining the grade of Junior Black Belt.
After that I got sick, went to Uni, took a part time job in Primark, lost the will to live, and stopped going.
6 or so years later, I got a nice Graduate job in Falkirk, and started back. It’s been a year, on and off, and now it’s time to train a bit harder. To this end, I’ve started writing about my experiences.
I hope you enjoy this, as it’ll be endless stories about me getting the living shite kicked out me on Saturday mornings and Tuesdays nights.
Rock ‘n’ Roll.
