Today was the *real* UK experience; wet, gray and a tad chilly but honestly not that bad. It could have rained harder and been colder. Tim Barnett of Shoreline hosted today's activities with a group of Valken-sponsored teams in attendance including some of the Disruption guys--who are one of my favorite Euro teams to watch as they are a hard-charging in your face team. I won't bore y'all with details--just think half a dozen of my most tedious How-To posts--and you get the idea. Generously everyone seemed kindly disposed and at least pretended to be attentive which I appreciated quite a bit.They did, as it turned out, have a sneaky plan to get even over dinner.
The evening began innocently enough at a Chinese buffet but before I knew it everyone was offering me alcohol in one form or another and though I manfully resisted chugging beer at the British rate of consumption--I couldn't possibly have hoped to keep up anyway--elves or faeries or something keep putting these drinks in front of me--Did someone say Jaeger-bomb?--and it would have been rude to refuse so before I knew it I'd had at least 4, maybe more, of those and the quality of the conversation improved considerably. Fortunately I didn't do anything too embarrassing, at least not so I remember and as I sit here composing this post my liver isn't howling its indignation so I must be alright. Of course at 11:30 pm when the buffet tossed us out the bulk of the crew were off to the pub but I begged off with the excuse I had a clinic to run on Sunday. (They bought in right away.) Of course there's still tomorrow and Monday night but so far I've remained upright and mostly functional. Fingers crossed.
Tomorrow we begin again with Mark (Twizz) Dale doing double duty as he has Team GB trials tomorrow and I get the undivided attention of the CPL's London Tigers with Twizz stepping in when he can. Should be a great day of paintball with a promise of snippets of blue sky and sunshine. Honestly I will be happy with no rain and about 5 degrees warmer. (Is it too much to ask?) Many thanks to Ainsley and Dylan (Did I spell that right?) for making their CPPS venue available. It's a cool place to play paintball. (And thank God I don't have to find my own way about. I think I'd kill myself and some poor unlucky bastard if I had to try and drive in this country. We're in the relative boondocks and it's still a nightmare. Wrong side of the road. Roundabouts everywhere you look. Yellows before the traffic lights turn green.) Of course yesterday on the train I was thinking with a bit of sunshine it would also be lovely country to see by motorcycle.
Another report soon but no pictures. Camera? Check. Battery charger? Check. Cable for downloading my pictures to my laptop? Nope, like an idiot I left that at home. May try and find one in London next week but that doesn't help today, does it?
The evening began innocently enough at a Chinese buffet but before I knew it everyone was offering me alcohol in one form or another and though I manfully resisted chugging beer at the British rate of consumption--I couldn't possibly have hoped to keep up anyway--elves or faeries or something keep putting these drinks in front of me--Did someone say Jaeger-bomb?--and it would have been rude to refuse so before I knew it I'd had at least 4, maybe more, of those and the quality of the conversation improved considerably. Fortunately I didn't do anything too embarrassing, at least not so I remember and as I sit here composing this post my liver isn't howling its indignation so I must be alright. Of course at 11:30 pm when the buffet tossed us out the bulk of the crew were off to the pub but I begged off with the excuse I had a clinic to run on Sunday. (They bought in right away.) Of course there's still tomorrow and Monday night but so far I've remained upright and mostly functional. Fingers crossed.
Tomorrow we begin again with Mark (Twizz) Dale doing double duty as he has Team GB trials tomorrow and I get the undivided attention of the CPL's London Tigers with Twizz stepping in when he can. Should be a great day of paintball with a promise of snippets of blue sky and sunshine. Honestly I will be happy with no rain and about 5 degrees warmer. (Is it too much to ask?) Many thanks to Ainsley and Dylan (Did I spell that right?) for making their CPPS venue available. It's a cool place to play paintball. (And thank God I don't have to find my own way about. I think I'd kill myself and some poor unlucky bastard if I had to try and drive in this country. We're in the relative boondocks and it's still a nightmare. Wrong side of the road. Roundabouts everywhere you look. Yellows before the traffic lights turn green.) Of course yesterday on the train I was thinking with a bit of sunshine it would also be lovely country to see by motorcycle.
Another report soon but no pictures. Camera? Check. Battery charger? Check. Cable for downloading my pictures to my laptop? Nope, like an idiot I left that at home. May try and find one in London next week but that doesn't help today, does it?
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Sounds like you were drinking with some southern pansies. Shame you didn't make it up to the midlands, where the real men live...
Next time.
Yes the further north you go the more intense the drinking becomes
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