Loose end.....

.....so what do I want to be doing with my time at this point in my life? (Uh-oh, its gonna be one of those kinds of posts is it..? ) Well I probably don't want to be spending much of my time indoors, or generally on my own, or doing the same-old, same-old - whatever that happens to be. I want a great many things out of life but today, thanks to the effects of near-terminal complacency and some herbage of a dubious nature, I'm disinclined to to exert myself physically or mentally. I'm disinclined to remain bloody conscious, if I'm being totally honest.

I find myself indifferent to the world. Its okay though because I'll have finished the herbs soon and I'll be back on the drink and feel talkative again

Sooooo....whats this I hear about Spec-Ops down in Dorset then? Apparently this is where I am playing tomorrow. Little or no thought has been required for me to get there (for once) and maybe, just maybe its the guys paying me back by having it all ready and done without my input or effort; in much the same way I did for them since...... ever since we started playing, in fact

Maybe they just can't stand the litany of vague/hazardous orders I imperiously issue when getting everything together for a day's play, in which case, meh, I'm glad to not have to bother! Bit worried about being able to keep up with the section 8 blokes as I'm a little lazy at the mo' (dubious herbage again) and my knees are giving me gyp & I am still befeft of such things as kneepads.

And Airsoft International will be there taking names (well, photos) and kicking arses (well, me and my guys) so hey, ya never know, we might all be able to point and laugh at an errant weekend warrior in mismatched camo and sprouting unfeasibly scruffy dreadlocks (its a real shame I didn't get my hair done this week, black/brown dreads picked out in multicoloured (hopefully mostly red) silks would have looked lovely on the front cover ) in the next issue of everyone's favouite airsoft publication that I may have never actually read myself, so what, that doesn't mean anything, eh, wot ya tryin' t' say eh?...

I kinda wish I had a camera available to me but our sales rep has half-inched (pinched, for you non-cockerney speakers) the work camera (that I use for all me photos on Arnies), so I have nowt to rely on but a Sony-Ericsson W800i cameraphone and the sheer brilliance of memory. Given the way I've spent my last 3 days in a dazed & confused haze of smoke I'll be trusting other people (besides the airsoft Paparazzi) to do the photos thing. Really curious to see how much, if any, of the apparent 4000 acres that the woodland site is comprised of is used for each game and for the whole day, and I was hoping to be able to take some cunningly positioned shots to illustrate the scale to maximum effect.

But our rep needs to photograph a pair of cast-iron gates in Wokingham. B******s.

It should be raining according to the little man from the weather, it should be cold and it should be damned windy too just to complete the set. I feel like I'm playing `Nature's A Total-Bas***d` top trumps and so far I'm losing heavily to the other kids yet I'm still in line for a cold wet & windy day. Still, at least I'll have some possesions left to my name and some firm ground to put it on, which would be more than the kid with Hurricanes and Volcanoes in his hand.

...and here's my lift now. Toodle-pip chaps & chapesses; hope to be in a newsagent near you soon!