Sunday 27 September 2009: Feeling my age
Man, I'm seriously aching today. Walking's been a major struggle and my wrist is so sore I can hardly type.
These injuries are not the result of any activities undertaken whilst wearing a gimp mask, I hasten to add. No, it was the preceding four hour paintball battle what done it.
Sitting in chair at my computer all day hasn't helped, but a short stint tidying up (including precisely 62% of the dining table) loosened things up a bit.
But with only three or four serious torso hits and one direct impact to the top of my head, I think I got off quite lightly. I dread to think how the poor stag and his best man are feeling today, after running the gauntlet undefended as twenty giggling men unleashed a torrent of 200mph paint upon them.