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.