One day, I’m on holiday (in the UK I think, maybe Yarmouth), when I meet some kids down an ally. They say that they’ll teach me how to fight, so I start training. When I get back to school, I decide that I want to practise my punches, so I ask Jason (Blair) if he wants to play a game. He agrees. I punch him repeatedly in the face and head. Half way through, the ‘game’, J starts complaining. By this time, blood is pouring out of his face, and his nose is broken. I tell him “don’t worry J, it’s only a game!”. He says “Okay” and we continue until I wake up.

(note : Perhaps I really should be seeing the psychologist! I don’t know what made me dream about that, I don’t have anything against Jason).