Myself and Steve had decided we'd take the centre path and ran into the woodland, guns at the ready. We came to a stop at a conveniently placed barricade and bunkered down as the crossfire from the opposing team started. Our aims were pretty good (or the volume of firepower perhaps) and we'd taken out the snipers. Steve headed off forwards up the ( Read more... )

Brighton! Jay's stag do. In one of those massive coincidences, we ended up staying just across the road from where I stayed the only other time I've spent some time in Brighton, on Paul's stag do a few years back. The facilities weren't quite as basic as the previous time, but the Quality Home wasn't one of the best places I've ever stayed. I can't ( Read more... )