Several days were had in fine company and nice surroundings. Which was nice.

TLG demonstrating why wise men don’t mess with her. Luckily enough, I’m not a wise man.

Good points:

• Aircraft porn, in general.
• The Chinook, doing things that I’m pretty sure would destroy the R22 if I ever tried them.
• The Red Arrows, entertaining as always.
• The BBMF Hurricane and Spitfire. Me likee.
• The Eurofighter. Because of the unholy roar.
• The Vulcan. Because it’s a friggin’ Vulcan – it doesn’t need to do anything too exciting to be exciting.
• Guns. In general.
• .22 calibre revolvers, in some specificity.
• .45 hand cannon, in more specificity.
• An entertaining cat.
• Food, drink, craic and all that stuff.

Editorialising of the scoreboard was done by the Range Officers. I think that they were slightly less than impressed with my performance.

Things that were bad:

• Pineapple Express. A movie so shockingly bad that even I – who swear by the gods of Anchorman and Happy Gilmore – couldn’t find anything good to say about it.
• The non-rent paying travellers on the back of the entertaining cat.
• My shocking lack of skill at the shooting. Bejaysus, I was shocking. I use as my excuse previously diagnosed eye-rubbishness, just in case you were wondering.
• The B-52 and E-3 not turning up, and the Vulcan not doing a stint with the Red Arrows.
• Having to get up at 4.30 this morning to catch a flight to ensure that I was home in time for a meeting this afternoon. Which was then cancelled. Rubbish.

No, I’m not rubbing my nipples. Well, I might be, but I’m mainly pointing to a notification of just how good I was on the day.

As I say, a good time was had. Hurrah.