Sunday, July 09, 2006

First tour of duty

Back from Nottingham, and I have the bruises to prove it. Paintballing bruises, those buggers sting!
Paintballs was as embarressing and dumb as you'd expect with the coaches looking exactly like the kind of social misfits you'd imagine them to be. It was also a lot of fun. And I was pretty bad at it. Thankfully there was a few games which just involved shooting anyone and ignoring the fact you were getting shot at, which is how I ended up with the kind of bruises I used to get when I fenced (little circular welts with red and purple halos)
Managed to remain upright throughout the night (I'm not a big drinker), but had enough to temporarily convince me I could dance (I can't), and all in all had a jolly good weekend.

7 comments:

Jo Bling said...

Remember organising a Paintballing Day for my mate's stag do. Suffice to say we all soon started sobering up pretty sharpish as we stumbled through branch and bracken in blind terror.

I won the award for sneakiest competitor, btw, with zero bruises to show for the days violence :-D

I. N. J. Culbard said...

till you got home and we all gave you a well deserved kicking instead.

Huzzah!

paulhd said...

Good for you.... both:)

Jo Bling said...

Yes, a clean and bruise-free day was ruined by the elecrodes, knotted ropes and flails in the night.....

Yours in preschool entertainment

Mr Bling

I. N. J. Culbard said...

Such vices. tut tut.

paulhd said...

Well I for one will not be able to watch Bob the Builder again!!!

I. N. J. Culbard said...

I for one have NEVER been able to watch it.

It's banned in our house;)