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Jarikas (Jamie/Marika) House Party = Luke and The Egg Factory

Here’s a word from the wise, you know how occasionally you see healthy people in movies adding a raw egg into a blender as an ingredient in some murky green hangover cure? That egg, hypothetically speaking, may contribute to the overall healing properties of the drink and therefore make a person feel better than they would had they not had the drink.

However, and here comes my point (imagine I’m thrusting a finger skyward for emphasis), eating raw egg’s that are cracked open straight into your mouth while you stand there, mouth open like a chick being fed by it’s mother (yes, yes, we all see the ironic analogy) does not make you feel better, indeed from my experience it actually tends to put the old gag reflex to work.

And so, this is how last Friday night shenanigans played out. The thing is though, it kind of crept up on us without much warning (Jamie – I’m looking at you young man). See it all started out so calmly, guests were welcomed in, taking on a brief tour of Chez Toltz, during which time they were all a gasped by the trendyness, artistic flair and general this-is-so-much-cooler-than-my-place’ness of it all. At this stage conversation was predominantly focused on travel plans, how the week had been and similarly above the board topics.

A short time later conversation moved to ever slightly more juicy topics, a bit of gossip, intermittently paused by those most gracious of hosts Marika and Jamie handing everyone a drink. These drinks started as large and weak (eg a wine glass with wine in it), then got smaller and stronger (eg a shot of Jager) and ended with large and kick ass (eg: a glass of wine with an egg floating in it in one hand, a Jager bomb in the other).

And as autumn leads to summer, here we are back where I started. Georgie, with a history of geeing the guys up to do foolish and regrettable stunts, managed to get Recruit Corbin (not yet battle hardened to GJ’s duress) to eat the first egg. From there many a morning omelette was lost at the hands of us guys who had to prove we were mucho enough to also eat raw food (Hello, Sushi?). I had one (and later another), Jamie got in on it, I think Corbin had a second as well.

Some might say that Marika and Jamie are the Willy Wonka’s of trendy furniture, Jagermeister and poultry. For one night we glimpsed their world of limitless farm “fresh” (3 months ago) eggs, vintage typewriters, polaroid cameras and detailed maps of every corner of the planet, then it was over. Mind you, just before it was over some of us were treated to Eloise trying unsuccessfully to jump over a wooden pole high school gymnastics style, then blame her failure on high heels sinking into the grass, what a finale.

Outstanding house warming Mr & Mrs Wonka!

Paintball: The Pain Never Ends

So recruits, you might as well embrace it.

For all those of you who have casually said mid beer "yeah, we should go paintballing some time" words are cheap and although they can hurt, they don't sting nearly as much as a high speed paintball hitting you in the ass/face/groin/anywhere else so get over it you big wuss. Time for some paintballing.

25th March is the day to lock and load - that's more than 3 weeks away so it's plenty of time to write your will, cry to your mamma, and find yourself some camo's that are flattering in the crotchal region.

The plan is:
- Things start pretty early (about 8.30 - That's early for a Saturday)
- We'll probably go until about lunch
- Head home inspect ass bruises and wash off
- Limp into the pub, display afore mentioned ass brusies and embelish stories about our battlefield bravery

The perfect Saturday.

The one and only time I've been in the past was at Paintball Petes which was pretty cool although I hear there is another place which is even better. Unless I hear about 'Paintball Mysteryman' in the next week or so, Pete's getting a visit from us

We need about a dozen people and the more the merrier - I think about 20 is ideal. Let me know if you're keen (unless you're some weirdo 45 year old man with a fetish for nerds with blogs - in which case, look no further than this looser).

And if you're searching for reasons to come, just remember that it's one of those cherished moments when you can inflict physical pain on some of your favourite people, then brag about it at the pub afterwards.

At ease soldiers.