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Damn, loved your 2-handed sword story. I've *always* wanted to do that (I mean far too much for it to be healthy).

I do a bit of the running-around-with-swords thing too. I've got a couple 12-13th century style broadswords and I use an old guitar case if I have to take one anywhere. I'm always hoping that someone will do that "This is a knife!" thing from Crocodile Dundee so that I can respond with "Well this is a SWORD! Let Blood, Blood, Blood be your motto!" in my best Brian Blessed impression. I'm still trying to find a case big enough for my hand-and-a-half swords and the two hander.

Way, way, way back when I was in Sixth Form College someone did set themselves up nicely for a sword incident though, so I happily obliged:

The scenario was this. A friend called Julian had a replica 18th Century cavalry sabre he bought from a junk shop and the blade was coming loose from the hilt. He asked me to take it to another friend of mine called Gareth who was studying blacksmithing at the adjacent technical college.

I took the scabbarded sabre home under my greatcoat (yes, I had a greatcoat, I was a wanker) and took it the college the next day with the intention of finding Gareth at lunch and asking him to look at the sabre and fix it if possible.

It was a rainy day and, before I could get to my locker at college, this twat brandishes his umbrella at me like he's Zorro and says "Hah!"

Well what did you expect me to do?

Pulling my coat aside, I drew the sabre from the scabbard, whacked his stupid umbrella from his hand and said "HAH!"

I liked college.

I know, that sounds like a made up story, but it was all true. These days they would probably send me for counselling and/or arrest me. EDIT: Oh, Yeah! Maybe that's a good thing though...
(Wascally Weasel now with 100% fewer jokes., Fri 28 Oct 2005, 9:25, Reply)