Post by Elastic Sloth on Dec 4, 2008 20:29:58 GMT
My life atm pretty much consists of work, food and sleep. Enough of this can drive anyone to think a little xkcd.
So it was with a healthy sense of humour and a belly full to the brim with beer that I set out to determine the health and safety limitations of ShUAC, aka 'I'm bored and have never been kicked out of anywhere in my life, what exeactly do I have to do to get security alerted at Goodwin?'
Getting the door code was as easy as asking Kellog for it, despite wobbling visibly and being dressed as Sherlock Holmes for some earlier-in-the-evening reason. Once inside, I dispensed with all illusions by simply spreading my arms wide and announcing myself to be drunk before asking a member to assemble my bow for me.
He did.
I shot 7 (I was told later) arrows, 2 of which made the opposing wall. The captain watched on, and said nothing until I started closing my eyes. "Stop being silly now, Sloth", he said, before returning my 3 working arrows to me. "Ha ha", I replied, before re-closing my eyes, standing on one leg, facing the rear wall and shooting, the only repremand being "I'll get Arfon to throw you out" followed by a friendly laugh. Laughing along, I repeated the shot. Having made my point abundantly clear to myself, I decided to call it quits, and got Arfon to put my bow back together. "Adios Amigos!", I declared loudly before donning my brown leather trenchcoat and fedora.
"Do you want your arrows back?", the club captain asked generously as I was preparing to leave.
So it was with a healthy sense of humour and a belly full to the brim with beer that I set out to determine the health and safety limitations of ShUAC, aka 'I'm bored and have never been kicked out of anywhere in my life, what exeactly do I have to do to get security alerted at Goodwin?'
Getting the door code was as easy as asking Kellog for it, despite wobbling visibly and being dressed as Sherlock Holmes for some earlier-in-the-evening reason. Once inside, I dispensed with all illusions by simply spreading my arms wide and announcing myself to be drunk before asking a member to assemble my bow for me.
He did.
I shot 7 (I was told later) arrows, 2 of which made the opposing wall. The captain watched on, and said nothing until I started closing my eyes. "Stop being silly now, Sloth", he said, before returning my 3 working arrows to me. "Ha ha", I replied, before re-closing my eyes, standing on one leg, facing the rear wall and shooting, the only repremand being "I'll get Arfon to throw you out" followed by a friendly laugh. Laughing along, I repeated the shot. Having made my point abundantly clear to myself, I decided to call it quits, and got Arfon to put my bow back together. "Adios Amigos!", I declared loudly before donning my brown leather trenchcoat and fedora.
"Do you want your arrows back?", the club captain asked generously as I was preparing to leave.
