Paint balling.

On Saturday I have to go paint balling. It will be a laugh all right but I am not desperately looking forward to it as I am unashamedly bad at this sort of thing. I will probably end up shooting myself as I trip over a particularly flat bit of ground. My mate Walshy will be pretty good and Bag who can edge him at Quake might be even better.

I rang up my mate Andy McNab and he has popped round this morning to lend me the pictured clobber and to advise me on a few moves over tea and toast here in BS5. This is me, Bag and Walshers in our kit taking a look up the road. As ever in a hostage/CQB/Quake situation, I am on the end looking at a smart bridge or a lorry trundling past whilst Bag and Walshy have the main target absolutely covered mid-mid and high left. It does not bode well for paint ball.

Personally I am looking forward much more to the hazards and danger of the output of St James' Gate, Dublin but we shall see.

On a much more mundane note and with my feet still on the ground for work, this morning I have to conclude my sanitary product negotiations with an unfairly attractive national account manager. Great laugh.