This is my goodbye

As I write this I am growing more and more anxious in regards to the adventure that is paintball I will undertake this fine Saturday. Having had little more "combat" experience then a few rounds at lazer quest and obviously growing up on the mean streets of Hull, I feel I am right to be slightly terrified about pellets filled with paint wizzing their way towards my precious, precious body.

The night before my farewell it also seems I will be playing hostess as that knobber Michael has just text me asking if I'm still ok to have people stay over. I have requested that they are neither strangers nor strange - I have previously had issues with Michael's short perverted friend and do not wish him to be anywhere near my sleeping form. So therefore I am likely to get little sleep as Aaron and Andy will be on my floor being all funny and wingey about the hardness of my floor. Oh well, I may have that luxury of dying in my sleep if I happen to fall asleep on the course that is.

I realise I'm being over-dramatic and that you will most likely be saying "but Sophie, people don't die at paintball" I can answer that question with a two simple words. Byker Grove.

Ant, or PJ as he was known back then, was famously blinded when he went paintballing with friends. Admittedly he was a bit silly and took his protective mask off (I will be armoured up to the hilt) but still, Byker Grove tackeled REAL ISSUES for REAL PEOPLE. What is more real than paintball induced blindness?

Alas, this may be my last post due to either death or the fact that the internet doesn't really operate in brail.

Wish me luck kids.