Some of my best friends are farmers...
Actually all of my friends are farmers or gardeners, rural workers, etc. I got an invite to one mates Stag-do the other week, the instructions were to "Bring as much meat as possible for the bbq, as much home-brew as you can carry and all the guns you can get hold of" the venue was undisclosed other than the village it was in and that it would be in a woods 'somewhere'. Squirrel was shot and eaten, huges fires burned and jumped and an inevitable amount of outdoor shitting. There was a fair bit of 'Flare Cricket' as well (flare fired at drunk man, drunk man - wielding cricket bat). I'm the only office worker out of pretty much all of the men in my friend group, which often makes me the odd-one out, having never owned or fired a gun I presumed that I'd get there and be hunted throughout the woods with gun toting morons chasing me with assorted weaponary. Thankfully I wasn't. I love my friends.
( SauronWibble I'll hold it, you lick it..., Thu 24 May 2012, 17:35, Reply)