If I was not sporting a ‘six gun’, I was blazing a trail through history righting wrongs with cold steel. I had all the kit thanks to my Dads ingenuity with plywood, wooden poles, linoleum and cloth. Prince Jason was a rare sight indeed with his chain mail made from a string vest and a cape fashioned from an old pair of curtains. Jousting tournaments were regular fixtures both in the street and my front garden. Although, after some exciting near misses with lances tied to our bicycles it was thought best to tone down our enthusiasms somewhat.