At the dawn of the Seventies, when I was a youngster knocking on the door of puberty, I discovered Kung Fu.
It hit me in the face like Bruce Lee's iron fist.
I was hooked completely and if someone had offered me a place in a Shaolin temple with Kwai Chang Cane I would have moved to China quicker than you could say nunchakus.
Like any new craze there was tons to collect, as everyone and his ninja jumped on the bandwagon to cash in on Kung Fu fighting.
I didn't care. I collected everything: books, magazines, posters, comics, newspaper clippings, toys, models, statues, clothes, photos, weapons and notes. I even had the golden dragon medallion given away with Look-In comic, which I still have somewhere! Here's my old cover, which I decapitated for some reason!
I made notes on anything where martial arts popped up - TV shows, films, radio, exhibitions and demonstrations. I also joined several martial arts clubs and created my own dojo in my parent's cellar for me and my mates to knock seven bells out of each other! We even had our own exams!
As with any craze it burned white-hot like a flaming dragon dancing through the Seventies but then, sadly, when the last few shurikens were blunted, Kung Fu fizzled out like a wet prawn cracker.
But whilst it lasted it was pure childhood bliss and I loved every kick punch and leap that headed my way!
Were you swept up in the Kung Fu craze readers?