Categories: just-life
Date: 24 September 2007 22:11:32
I was shooting at the last World Record shoot of the season this weekend in an attempt to get my third Master Bowman score (if you get three classifiction scores in one season you move to that classification). The wind yet again meant that I feel just a few points shy, next year they're raising the score you need to get to a good thirty points above my personal best so far.
But that's not what I'm I'm supposed to be going on about.
I have two squads, my home team and my uni team, separated by about one hundred and eighty miles. I usually represent my home team at comps, but I wear my uni colours as they're better. I had a fun conversation with one of the guys I was shooting with on Sunday.
him - so what brought you down to your home team??
me - it's where I live.
him - but you're from Swansea aren't you??
me - no, no, that's only where I went to uni.
him - ah, I thought from your accent.......
My accent....??? But I'm from the Home Counties, surely I've not been in Swansea for so long that I've picked up an accent?!?!