The Battle of Plastic 18:17

And so the elbow tussle begins. A faux alpha intends to dominate the central arm rest this evening. There is the customary 'no eye contact and puffed chest thrust. But, little does he realise, he has entered the hyenas den. I don't play to his rules. We begin where he feels comfortable, the confidence based show of gym strength, years of bicep curls and weight rows should sort me out. Of course that ends in a stalemate as I anchor underneath, old- man-know-how is a match for gym bunny arrogance. 0 -0.

Ding-ding, here comes the 2nd round. The 'land grab'; By feinting to move to a more comfortable position, which is forward on the rest, I wrong foot him. He moves immediately forward to meet my forearm, wrongly believing that this will be another strength test. He realises too late as I secure a much stronger position at the rear with elbow and shoulder. I now have the advantage. Clearly annoyed at being duped I get a look, but I am ready. A little eye contact, but I don't let it linger. The countryside is much more diverting. He looks away, I cosy up to him a little which clearly makes him feel uncomfortable. All I need now is to muster some of my beta musk and spray a little in his direction. Only 40 minutes to Hove. Musk generation commencing