Sorry this took so long to write guys (Dale) but here it is, my post for the blog. Where to start? I’m having trouble concentrating with my sister watching TV in here. It’s hard not to get drawn into Billie Piper’s ‘because we want to’ so I’ll just get my grove on then continue…. Ok, done. So let’s start with an update of life as Jim for those I haven’t spoken to in ages. Leeds is awesome guys. It’s a really great city, really nice people, great times all round. The parkour scene is disjointed but massive and they’re all good guys. Haven’t been out with them much cos of being quite busy pretty much all year but I’ll see them lots when I get back. Also, I’m moving into an awesome huge house in Leeds with probably a spare room for people to stay in so just gimme a call if you wanna come down and we’ll sort something out. Training wasn’t great due to illness and injury so when I got the chance to get my ass back to Lincoln and sort it out I jumped at it.
It was so long ago now I can’t really regale you all with a nice story of my trip to Lincoln, but I’ll do my best. I set off from London just in time to get my train but underestimated the time the underground would take to get me to kings cross. I’m such a LDN noob. Missed the F-ing train innit. So I set off at 8 and arrived at Lincoln at 11 but who cares? I’m here, back in our parkour home. It’s time for some training, some teaching, some learning and some male bonding. Enter Jim. First stop, moving into to my new pad for the month… Stu’s caravan on his drive. Living the gippo life! Great times. Stu’s mum kept asking me if I was ok in there, I don’t think she believed me when I said it was the best place I’d slept in a month or so (The strange spots me and Stu got from Dale’s house can testify to that) Read the rest of this entry ?



