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The Biography of Sensei Derek Eastman - Part 2 of 2 by: Henry Ellis Q-DW: With all the years of hard training and instruction going up through the kyu grades what was the final path to your first dan ? A-SE: I was always fortunate that not only did I receive personal instruction and guidance directly from Sensei Williams and my own Sensei, and all the dan grades previously mentioned. I also think that being assistant instructor to the beginners class from 7th to 4th kyu, I was able to form a good practicing relationship with a small select group of students who all later became the second generation of ' HUT' dan grades. The group was made up of people like Ron James at 6ft 5ins tall and about 250 lbs seemed like a giant to me as a boy. He never took that into account and never gave me any leeway at all so it was very hard but good to train with this giant of a man. He would not 'go' for anyone so he was always a challenge for me. Ron was a good friend and brother In law to another dan grade Andy Allen, who was assistant to Sensei Foster. Sensei Ellis and I would often bring young ladies to the dojo visitors area. Andy who was the oldest student of us all was a very dry and dour kind of man. I would say to him 'Andy, she is nice isn't she' and as long as I knew him I always received the same grim reply; ' Huh! They are all nice until you marry them!!'. Andy was one of my regular training partners. Trevor Jones who was junior assistant to Sensei Williams was probably the one I trained with most and we became inseparable not only as aikidoists but also as friends and we helped each other to prepare for dan grade. I guess that's how I eventually got to that point of my preparation for dan grade. I received my first dan grade just before I became 21 yrs of age. At the same time I had just completed my apprenticeship as an engineer. It was then that Sensei Williams asked Sensei Ellis and I to travel and spread the 'gospel' of Aikido. We were the early 'disciples' as he put it. Although aikido had started to spread a little, there were areas that had no knowledge of this new martial art. My beloved 'Isetta' bubble car, which I had pushed to it's limits, had finally BURST ! It had to be dumped. Luckily at the same time, Sensei Ellis had just bought a one year old Mini car which was in those days the 'business'. So looking at the car and the prospects of aikido and travel and some amorous adventures I readily agreed to go along. Rat Attack. Q-DW: I have read and enjoyed Sensei's stories of your travels from his perspective is there anything that you would like to add as you were also a part of that experience. A-SE: At this point Henry and I had become good friends outside of the dojo, yet on the tatami I would still give deference, and that is how it has always been even today. The first dojo we visited was in Nottinghamshire and run by George Cotterell, where we were employed for a short while. Mr Cotterell bred Chihuahua dogs of which there must have been about 50 or 60 of what Henry called overgrown rats. These dogs were all in the paved back yard. The only toilet was situated at the rear of the yard, next to the funeral parlour. At night the gate would be locked so the only way to the toilet was through this dog filled yard. One night we had just got back from a good night at the local pub and Henry went straight to bed whilst I stayed up for a cup of tea and a chat with Mrs Cotterell. After about one hour, Henry came out of the bedroom wearing just his jeans with no socks or shoes, and he ran across the yard to the toilet ( that is some strong ale they drink up North). He made it before the dogs could snap at his ankles. We heard a lot of commotion and looked out of the window to see all these dogs yapping outside the toilet door and in their excitement were doing their 'business'. Henry was now trying to open the door, and seeing all the dogs and the mess he then realised he had no shoes on. Mrs Cotterell and me were in total hysterics at what was going on. Henry was shouting for me to bring out his shoes but with that northern ale inside of me I felt brave and ignored him and enjoyed the fun. Watching him running across that minefield was just like a scene from a Jerry Lewis film. As he ran he was shouting threats of gross physical abuse at me. Shortly after that we had problems with the boss over the photos we had taken with the coffins as related in the 'Fighting Arts International' magazine. We lost our jobs as undertakers assistants and we were now on the road again to more adventures. Visiting dojos and martial arts clubs, schools, and anywhere that we were allowed to just show a little of our Aikido in the hope that they would ask us for more. In those days in the North there was not much work to be had at any time, so we would take any job that was offered to us and I mean ANY job. These included general labourer and building labourer , also working as labourers on Britains first motorway the M1. Undertakers, Road sweepers, cesspit cleaning, steel mill worker, deckchair attendants, beach front photographers, painters. The worst job of all was the 'Railway', that was slave labour and we hated it, that only lasted a few days. That is how we spent the days. In the evenings we would very seriously spend that time promoting Aikido including Saturday and Sunday, In what we considered were successful attempts to extend and build the ever expanding ' Abbe Schools of Budo'. The HUT market! A-SE: David, I would like to regress at this point if that is ok with you, It is that I would like to mention one unforgettable character, who got off to a very bad start with Sensei Ellis and later became a very close friend to the both of us - a man called George Stavro. On the night George made his first appearance at the HUT he arrived about 30 min before Sensei Ellis. I was on the mat busy taking preparation exercise. George being Greek and a trader, came into the dojo with two large suitcases and within minutes there were clothes on display all over the reception area. I wasn't taking too much notice as I thought he must have previously arranged to do this with one of the senior instructors. It was then that Harry arrived just as George was getting into his sales pitch with two students that were waiting for permission to go on the mat. This is the only time I have heard Harry swear in the dojo. Harry shouted ' What the #### do you think is going on in here! What do you think this is Bangladesh market day?' He then threw the suitcases outside the dojo door in the rain, with George scrambling around getting his merchandise together and put it all back in his car. George then walked back in the dojo with a big smile on his face as if nothing had happened and asked what was going on in this hall, I explained that we were doing Aikido classes. He came back the following week with about 8 of his friends who all joined. George was a very powerfully built man and also an accomplished street fighter and he became the one for me to train with. I did not earn much money being an apprentice engineer, George was older than me and soon took me under his wing and quickly embroiled me in his nefarious activities which included a very profitable enterprise of delivering black market hooch to all the Indian restaurants in West London. Harry was angry over my involvement until he also got involved, and he also got all the decorating contracts for the restaurants. We worked on the door of some of the restaurants and from that day on we always had as many curries as we could eat and we never had to pay. George became a favourite of Kazuo Chiba Sensei and is now a third dan, George was a brown belt when he left the HUT to join Sensei Ellis at the Slough dojo in '1968
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