Beautiful Moments
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
The best night of my life was spent lying in the bottom of a boat, floating down a river low enough to be under the thin layer of mist gathering at about 3am such that it scudded between me and the stars.
Make us feel all warm and fluffy. Tell us about the most beautiful moments in your life so far.
( , Fri 11 Mar 2005, 9:15)
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Moonlight duel
Larp??? My Arse.
I do medieval battle re-enactment with authentic full plate and chainmail, swords etc, and have the scars and knackered fingers to prove it.
Teuksbury battlefield 1997 - the Friday night before the main battle, there were whispers going around the beer tent that there was going to be a duel for honor on the battlefield after midnight.
It turns out that my mentor and friend Paul had 'dishonoured' a member of another group by shagging his Mrs - and the wronged party wanted his honour back by beating the living shit out of Paul with something pointy.
It was a misty night, with a full moon, and me being on the wrong side of a bottle of Moniack mead and too many happy cigarettes staggers onto the field to see the sight of two very large re-enactors leathering each other with swords in the mist and moonlight. It was extremely surreal, out of time - and quite beautiful. Especially when they both bloodily agreed that the woman in question was a slag and that they both needed a beer....
Apologies for the length - but just feel the density...
( , Mon 14 Mar 2005, 12:44, Reply)
Larp??? My Arse.
I do medieval battle re-enactment with authentic full plate and chainmail, swords etc, and have the scars and knackered fingers to prove it.
Teuksbury battlefield 1997 - the Friday night before the main battle, there were whispers going around the beer tent that there was going to be a duel for honor on the battlefield after midnight.
It turns out that my mentor and friend Paul had 'dishonoured' a member of another group by shagging his Mrs - and the wronged party wanted his honour back by beating the living shit out of Paul with something pointy.
It was a misty night, with a full moon, and me being on the wrong side of a bottle of Moniack mead and too many happy cigarettes staggers onto the field to see the sight of two very large re-enactors leathering each other with swords in the mist and moonlight. It was extremely surreal, out of time - and quite beautiful. Especially when they both bloodily agreed that the woman in question was a slag and that they both needed a beer....
Apologies for the length - but just feel the density...
( , Mon 14 Mar 2005, 12:44, Reply)
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