Mad Dogs. Mad, Mad Dogs.

Februrary 9, 2003 is a significant date for two reasons. One, it was the hottest day in Perth for 5 years at 41 degrees celcius. Two, it was the first physical exercise I have done out of doors for, oh, 10 years, say.
Not to detract anything from the beautiful, gentlemanlike sport of Paintball, but it ain’t the sort of sport you play on a warm day, let alone a scorcher. I survived, narrowly. Now I know *precisely* why George is so keen to make sure his ground troops don’t have to suffer the same fate in Iraq. Check out the link to see what we have to wear.
Despite all the heat, it was actually a lot of fun. Wanna see my bruises?