Swimming champion, Tawa Intermediate classmate, 1993
I haven't really had a proper one-on-one fist-fight for 17 years. That's more than half my life ago.
The last one was with Jarrod Brown, local swimming star and all-round intense dude - I did the old playground basketball trick where you hold someone's trackpants just as they shoot so they jump right out of them, and Jarrod didn't like it one bit. No news spreads faster than a playground fight and soon the whole school was watching us slug it out. It was pretty even and the bell rang before we really finished it, but I remember feeling weirdly exhilarated and triumphant afterwards.