TheDoctor said:
Sounds like we've all had a bit of a tough time today.
*can't imagine a foul-mooded Waffles*
Even divas have bad days. Maybe she ran out of AAs or something.
And commiserations on the kayaking incident, Chuffers.
Oh, no incident, just some kind of sprainy twisty thing. I may have thighs of steel (no, really, I do...) but I have arms of cheese. I'm just not used to wellying a double bladed paddle around and it's caught up with me rather...
I'm struggling to imagine what a hilarious drunken D&D incident must be like, or rather trying not to imagine. I'm a bit of a ...virgin in the whole role-playing thing.
Heh, I'm not exactly a raddled old whore myself (that's AndyGates..
) but I'm definitely in Nick Clegg territory...
Imagine if you will a bunch of D&D players, all fired up for their first live session which is due in a week. They have made costumes. They have made weapons. They have developed characters. One of them, pissed on cheap Bulgarian red, charges at another. He is dressed in a pair of green tights and a green tabard, secured by an old scout belt. The weapons are precious, so he is wielding a broom handle. So is the other chap. A broom handle in the hands of a drunken student is one of the most powerful hand weapons in the world. It could bruise your neck clean off. And it'll hurt more, you twit. Charging in, screaming elvish warcrys, the first chap expects the other to duck out of the way. He doesn't. They crash into each other, like monster trucks in mating season. Two laughing geeks fall in a heap. They both get up, but something is wrong.
Casualty, half an hour later. Still in costume, the fallen warrior is plastered for the second time that night. Later the next day he will spray the cast with dark blue paint and a friend will paint the doors of Moria on it. In silver.
I also have an old Morris dancing injury.
Shame and I are old friends....
