When I was at university (that's college as far as my new American friends are concerned), I looked more like the 14-year-old son of the resident English professor.
I was Wellington's own version of Doogie Howser M.D.
Needless to say, rather than hitting the clubs and bars with my taller, more hormonally-gifted friends I retreated somewhat into the world of VHS home rentals.
Those big screen on small screen treats allowed me access to a world where my size was no obstacle.
One of the brightest stars lighting up Hollywood at the time was the incomparable Chuck Norris. His action flicks were legendary. Here was an average-looking Caucasian taking on the world. And nailing shit to every available surface.
He kinda become a symbol of hope for me, giving me the confidence to front up to all sorts of shortcomings facing me in those formative post-college years.
Here's to ya, Col. James Braddock.
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