Projectile Darts
Oh the fun of it. As kids, Nick and I invented the game of projectile darts. The little dartboard was attached to the fence, and we stood at the other side of the garden - about 40 foot away.

Obviously, this was too far to throw normally, so fresh with our expertise at judging angles (form Daley Thompsons Decathlon!), we too it in turns to try and hit the board.

Nick was over to one side, walking towards the board, and, thinking it was safe to throw, calculated the angle and velocity perfectly adn let go. Nick chose this as the perfect time to wander infront of the board and the dart landed square in the back of his head. It stuck there.

Bugger thought I. I am in for a smacking when he tells my parents, but he seemed entirely non-plussed by it. I checked he was OK and it appears that he hadn't felt the pointed metal tip in his scalp, so I retrieved the darrt and retook the through.

Oh, and there was another time when he pissed me off and I chucked adult darts at him, causing him to scream like a baby as blood gushed out of one of his hands. I feel a little bad about that one now.
(lardaholics anonymous, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 14:48, Reply)