Paintball

I'm going to take this opportunity to proclaim myself the official spokesman of the Paintball war between the forces of good and justice (History) and the forces of evil, worthless pieces of trivia and star wars fans (political science and hangers-on). My role as the official spokesperson is to record as accurately as possible the events that occur next Sunday, the embarrassing moments, the number of times Hamish runs into a tree, and ultimately, who is the eventual winner.

Bearing in mind that Pols includes the founding members of TBALC -Tim and Ben (why does that make me want to sing 'flowerpot men'???) - as well as Nic, Claire, and MC Caygill, the battle is destined to be an amusing, fiery but ultimately one sided affair.

There are several reasons for this.
1. The members listed above.
2. Celebratory drinks for Nic and Ben the night before.
3. The Hangover.
4. Charlie is in London.
5. The skill and talent inherent within me and my homies in the hood. Paintball hood, that is.
6. We sent Mike to the Mountains of Nepal to train with the Nepalise. He took on a garrison armed with nothing but too much alcohol and a smile. He's back, and now one of those 'silent types'.

There are, unfortunately, several reasons why the Pols army could pull off the unlikely and be victorious.
1. Hamish will probably fight on our side.
2. Gus.
3. Murphy's Law. As I've been talking our chances up, the great Irishman in the sky is likely to smite me.
4. Ben might be as good at war as he is at cricket, singing, procrastination and SW trivia. And he will have finished his thesis and thus no longer be a 'loser'.

Fortunately we have devised a secret weapon - a plan, if you will - that will neutralize and so-called 'opposition' and bring sweet, sweet loving/victory to the merry forces of ego. And crack cocaine.