When I was ws a young ‘un, fencing referees were called presidents.  Now they are called referees.  It seems like a lot of fencing stuff has just changed names.  I’m sure its all a great plot of creeping americanisation!  I had a lovely lunch yesterday with Dave barson, the local coach and stalwart of the fencing scene in Dunedin.  A truly nice guy, and we have a lot in common.  He’s given me some advice about pursuing a long time ambition: to become a fencing referee, so in time there will be some fencing mumbles here as well.  Hooray!

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