By way of a final Shaolin bow to last week's Kung Fu fest, reader Tony K has reminded me of someone we both like very much, one John Cooper Clarke, the Poet of Punk.
In the Punk-pinned Seventies John was that rare thing, a popular poet connecting with Britain's disgruntled 'yoof', in the vein of fellow Lancastrians Roger McGough, Brian Patten and Adrian Henri a decade before in Liverpool.
Hailing from Salford, Johnny Clarke, he of the big hair, wrote and read out poems about stuff us youngsters liked: martians, music and....Kung Fu!
Released at the very tail end of the chop socky craze in 1978, Kung Fu International is an apt epilogue to our Kung Fu party.
Highlighted by reader Tony K and courtesy of You Tube, here it is:
and whilst we're on the subject, here's John's great social poem, Beasley Street .... one for Tony!