in 1989 i went to ramsgate(england) for a weekend seminar put on by a godan who was head of the local c.i.d(police).
i have very fond memorys of the courses we used to do there as he had his own dojo that we used to sleep over in..with our own sleeping bags.
i was 17 and could not afford my own,so i borrowed from my brothers collection of second world war army supplies,a massive u.s army sleeping bag.
in the morning some bright spark thought it would be funny to drag me across the dojo while still in the bag.
the bag split, spilling the bucket loads of fine duck fathers that the old bag contained..everywhere..it was like a bomb had gone of in a farm yard!
the training was fun to used to do alot of outdoor stuff including jumping of a local public toilet roof!
i ended up training with a giant dutch guy who insisted on makeing sure i felt every technique and throwing me round like a rag doll.
he just about finnished me off when we did some chokes though, hehe happy days. on a sad note though, the teachers name was alan he died of cancer 2 years later...it was a great loss