the fights i could never win
my elder sister isn't much of a fighter but, as the oldest of the four of us, she used to get a load of stick off her little brother and sisters. normally, she'd retreat to her room and listen to fleetwood mack, stopping any fight before it got started.
on the rare occasions where she did actually lose her temper badly enough to start fighting, we found it impossible to fight back. not because she was bigger or stronger, but because we'd be creased over, laughing. her fighting style was what i call the windmill: eyes tightly closed, both arms flailing wildly round in circles, tongue stuck out of the corner of the mouth. we couldn't move for laughing!
of course, she always claimed that she'd won the fights. technically, i think she might be right :)
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 14 Mar 2013, 15:09, Reply)