w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:

"Relax" said the night man, we are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave.

The Eagles: "Hotel California"

Number One Son heads off today for his best mate's stag weekend. As the Best Man, he's organised transport and accommodation for 17 blokes to Wales, for two days of paintballing and general malarkey. I'm greatly impressed.

Yesterday, he went down to that there Brighton and toured the charity shops for something fitting for the groom to wear during the festivities. The other 15 are doing the same, as the condemned man is not going to be allowed to bring any of his own clothes.

Much to the bemusement of the old biddies also roaming the rails, he fetched up with a shocking pink halter neck dress (which clearly would never fit his gangling 6' 2" frame).

I swear that although he's now 23, he's grown since being in Kernowland. Must be being back in sea air?

Anyway, this dress is going to:
a) make the victim stand out in the paintball arena like a Cyclops' eye; and
b) offer absolutely no protection against close-up shots. It's gonna sting like a bitch.

Photos to be posted later.

So with him gone, that leaves a hot-bunking opportunity for Ol' Sparky and Mrs Ol' Sparky to weekend with us and see these good ol' boys on Saturday night.

But before then, ullage will be consumed and stars will be gazed at...

Enjoy your weekends, y'all