Our hearty meals digested, our concubines put aside, we stepped up to the dohyō. Again, three of us had come to the ceremonial ground to battle for supremacy. The yobidashi brush the sand smooth where we had sat as we step up to the shikiri-sen.

• Coyote is terrifying in his non-traditional hemp mawashi. He strikes first…
• Michael sports a bright red and yellow mawashi and cuts a noble figure…
• David looks as though he’s been woken from a deep slumber by a ringing phone in his pale blue mawashi…

This week we’ve got hippies, new jobs, danger at 3am, and secrets too frightening to reveal. Come revel in our words!