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York vs Bradford vs Lancaster

I am writing this with my mouth hanging open in shock.

I came 8th in the NEAUL match last Saturday with 452 (8 golds), I didn’t even think I’d scored much over 400…certainly not enough to beat my previous personal best of 436 by 16 points.

*bounce*

The match was awfully rushed because we were shooting a full portsmouth round in just over 2 hours, when we normally allow 3, though we do have a ‘Shelley Break’ i.e. fag break, so Shell can go for a cig., when we host. The last dozen had Michael trying to do everything to hurry us up so we could vacate the hall before table tennis invaded.

It was freezing and we’d got there for about 11.30 with the help of the wonderful Jennifer, who duly agreed to drive the ones who wouldn’t fit in Shell’s car, and so a skeleton crew squeezed ourselves into Shelley’s and Jennifer’s cars and set off for York at 10am, assuming that Michael’s email instructions of 1-4pm meant sighters at 1pm, i.e. get there for 12pm, but no, sighters were at about 1.30, and we started shooting properly at about 1.45pm. He meant for us to arrive at 1pm.

Fun Evening

This evening was much fun, after our normal Archery practice session, we all traipsed down the Courtyard for our standard drinking session. Though people didn’t stay very long tonight, so after a pint of Durham Brewery’s White Centennial — which was far too light and a bit odd, and a decent pint of Night Owl (Old Bear Brewery, I think) we bimbled off to Paul’s house.

A quick aside - Paul and Jenny! *bounce* Almost reaching their two week anniversary, which Paul reckoned to be how long they’d last, I don’t think that’s the case, I give them a few months at least.

Since no one was really looking I chose a DVD from Lauren’s collection, Dune, which is ace, though Paul, whilst he was knitting for at least the first 20 minutes - Jenny’s teaching him, it’s easy - entirely failed to understand the plot. So that was great fun in itself.

Much heckling was made, and Lauren kept trying to stop me, and I could not smite her; t’would have been rude given I was using her as a cushion. Particularly uncomfortable sofa.