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Date: 22 September 2007 19:48:19
Today I'm feeling my age. Age has definitely caught up with me. I have felt it creeping up before but never like this.
This afternoon I have been moving around a wood near Swansea. I have been both shot at and shooting at others. Today we celebrated various birthdays by shooting paintballs at each other. It's not the first time I've done, or the last.
I have the imprints of various paintball hits in my body. Many of them I didn't even know about until I saw the marks. Several of these only appeared when I immersed myself in the bath. Now I have aches where I shouldn't have aches, maybe that's where I got shot.
In the last but one game I, foolishly, volunteered to be a medic. Why? Medics can't be killed but can heal those who have been. I didn't think of the downside... you become a target because of the Hi-Vis waistcoat they give. I took more hits in that one game than all the rest. Man! did they hurt or what?
However earlier I had managed to kill Santa by shooting im in the neck and then later hit his knuckles. He was not amused. Neither was the Marshall/Umpire that I shot 8 times because I mistook him for the opposing medic.
So, it's my fault that no one will get prezzies this year. Am I sorry? No way. I'd shoot him again any day.