It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember Nigel Eaton Couple of months ago I was about to burn some rubbish in a 45gal drum. I lobbed a little bit of petrol in and tossed a match on top. Wahey! All the crap whoomphed up about 20 feet in the air as the vapour down the bottom ignited. -- Dave GS 850 x2 / SE 6a SbS#6 DIAABTCOD#16 APOSTLE#6 FUB#3 FUB KotL OSOS#12? UKRMMA#19 COSOC#10
Heh.. nice one, it's a while since I've done that sort of thing. My old neighbor was a strange paranoid old bint, that would send us letters in the post in strange slanting backwards hand writing. <fx: mumbles>
I've shoot at clay pigeon with a flint lock. That was very interesting: "Pull" Boing... Click WHOOOSH (I'm now blinded by the pan flash and smoke) WOOMBA [FX] Small voice Cough, did I hit it?
Reminds me of sitting in a big field with a few others on a Sunday afternoon. On of the locals was into building rockets from kits so we went along to the launch. After the countdown got to zero and nothing happened the owner staggered over and starts pulling at the wires while being very close and even leaning over the rocket. "That's a bit dodgy" says I, "What's up?" To which the reply from the guy sitting next to me was: "Launch control is *stoned*!"
Andy Bonwick says... No. I stole it because it fitted in my school case. A cricket bat was too big to cart around and aroused suspicion. I did think about carrying an air pistol in a shoulder holster, but decided against it.
