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All about Christien
Christien now lives in London, but he hasn't forgotten his roots in Stourbridge, West Midlands. At times of Excitement or Danger his broad Black-Country accent spouts forth from his otherwise posh-tainted lips.


Greetings from Dr Mangat
Daniel is Christien's talented, handsome younger brother. He will one day be a household name. Like Persil. or Smash.
Here's how he wishes Mr C a happy birthday.


P.E. BONE HOME- BEING THE REMINISCENCES OF DR.MANGAT

I'll never forget the time that Christien came to my osteopathic surgery in the late 1980s.

All the family were in tow (or should that be 'toe'?), and at first I assumed that this was simply to support in him in his time of minor hip pain. However, as Christien's Dad began to relay the story of how the injury was sustained, I realised that they had come along to savour once more the telling of a truly remarkable sports tale.

Luckily for me, my dictaphone was at hand so I taped every last incredible fact!

Christien had been playing cricket on the school field as part of his physical education, under the watchful gaze of Mr. Tibson. He was in bat, and, typically, he was doing exceedingly well . Then, Simon Roper launched himself into a fast-bowl with such force that he lost his balance and bashed into Mark Mayall. The diminutive fielder was knocked high into the air. As he began his descent, G-forces transformed the lad into a human battering-ram plummeting headfirst, his arms pinned to his sides
And his legs trailing straight behind. In what was surely a million to one chance, the boy's forehead actually struck Christien's left hip. The school was agog, and Christien himself was so in awe of the events that had just transpired that the pain was numbed substantially!.

I'll not forget Christien's expression as his father's words drew to an end there in my surgery. Eyes closed, he was slowly shaking his head, as if he could scarcely believe it himself.

A special afternoon recalling an extra-special morning. However, no special treatment was required.


Dr. Mangat