Tactical Pith Helmet

I keep having the same recurring dream. I keep dreaming that I'm a horse. It's been six nights on the trot now.

I sprayed my van with some rust remover last night. I've now got a set of Ford Transit wheels for sale...

Jesus fucking wept! I can't believe I laughed at that. 🤣

Prince Charles gets a crown next year. Shows how desperate dental care is when the next king has to wait that long.

Running at 3.7j is seriously irresponsible. I'd be interested in knowing just what happened about it too. That's off site with a clip around the ear at least implied should the fool ever return.

My friends into two distinct groups: cat people and dog people. I should probably stop taking so much LSD.

rabid feminists feminists getting wind up their duffs... women Kind of works as a haiku too; but the last line's a bit off.

Double action bars, top safety = Mossy 500 rep Bottom fed/eject = Ithaca 37 rep Single action bar, trigger guard safety = Remmy 870 rep Pump/semi action = Benelli rep I doubt that CBC/Manufranc etc have any airsoft replicas.

Cheers mate. Thanks for the correction! I was going off of Josh's booking figures. Surely 18 players didn't fail to show!? That's bloody daft; or I've misunderstood something.... Certainly bloody felt like there were more of you.

No offence, but the reason I enjoy chatting with like minded airsoft addicts on here (and avoid fb etc) is that this kind of stuff is usually not a feature. I must still ask though... Did you help found UKF? Your concerns seem to be similar to Robin Page's.

I'm sure that my dad is looking down at us, wherever he is now. He's not dead, just very condescending.

Gunman’s Namsoft series continued at Eversly Alpha with a one off objectives day to replace the sadly cancelled Cajun Chicken game. The weekend consisted of short-ish limited objectives in the rhododendron forest that stretches over chalk stream laced hills of mixed solid and marshy land. Part of the aim was to get the teams back into the team objective ethic. I think that Josh was tiring of the cat herding exercise tbh. Due to Covid a few players were down, and final team numbers were US 12, VC and PAVN 7. We were missing a couple of lipos for some reason, and I couldn’t use the support gun. Back to the spare/loaner CYMA AK47 then. Saturday morning saw the usual high standard of brief complete with maps and an A4 handout that covered rules and safety etc. We were issued our VC tunnel trapdoors. These act as re-spawn bags, and can only be set up by the VC players (not PAVN). We had to deploy three and stop them being found by the GIs. This was a real ding-dong battle to wake us up, as I think that we underestimated the size of the playing area and distributed the doors in too small an area. Luckily, we managed to distract the US team into a series of fights that led away from them. By close of play though, only one remained undiscovered. Second objective was to take three boxes to a specified drop off point, where they would be safe. A team of four took the boxes, two carrying and two on the flanks to guard them. The remaining three of us formed a fire team to engage and distract the US team. We did excel ourselves this time. We must have pinned down about a dozen or so players continuously. By rapidly moving, shooting and moving again, we fought for possession of the wall area of the site for what seemed forever, whilst the other squad sneaked two boxes through. Not a bad result, and a huge amount of fun. Absolute constant action and intelligent gameplay. After lunch, we had to defend the fort against the US players. This went less well. We were simply too small a force to hold a static objective. WE were quickly overrun, although another player and I managed to leave the fort and intercept the other team as they attacked, shooting a fair few in the back. In retrospect we were going to lose this from the start, but it was great fun ambushing the unsuspecting enemy players. By now we were sweating buckets and the post lunch dip had been chased away by sheer hard work. The fourth section was the best. For this, the US team had to push through a valley, which they were not allowed to leave, and take three objectives, whilst we occupied the sides/slopes. We deployed three VC one side, four PAVN the other. We really minced the US in this game. We actually pinned them down to the point that the marshal decided to make us retreat to the next objective. I was really impressed that no one threw a strop through frustration. There was none of the ‘they must be cheating to beat us so badly’ bollox. The last big push of the day was hilarious. As we had a radio, we asked for the next objective to be taken. When we arrived we were alone, and radioed in that we were two to 30. The reply was ‘do your best.’ In the event, the rest of the team had already deployed in front of us. The US were told that they faced two players… They sauntered up and got hammered. I was well dug into a shallow pit at the top of a hill. When we were finally pushed back, I lay undiscovered listening to my mate who was in charge; describe how the hill was basically clear, and that they had merely to rush it. I could hear someone breath the other side of the mound of earth that I lay behind and as I readied myself to shoot them the second that they showed themselves the final whistle went. The chap stood up and almost had a heart attack. Despite slotting several players in the course of their advance, I’d been forgotten about. I was perfectly placed to shoot the US team from the back if they had advanced. We went to our campfires feeling great with a lot of story swapping and I discovered that I had forgotten my bloody steak! Luckily another attendee gave me their left over chili and some pitta bread. We had a really decent talk around the camp fire as the rain drizzled. A fair few beers were drunk. A few new friends made and stories swapped. The previous evening, we’d all shared an exquisite curry that someone had made. We were eating and drinking like Gods all evening, and it was a bloody good laugh. Great bits: the whole scenario was a great idea and really appreciated as a replacement for Cajun Chicken. The gameplay was great, there was no arguing or bad sportsmanship. Wearing pure black teaches you proper field craft. There is no room for error when you stick out like a sore thumb. I was soon festooned with fern and green from scrambling through trees. Poor bits: the rain on Sunday led to mass departures. I ended up being the only opfor player, and the game was cancelled. I was asked if I wanted a glorified game of hide and seek, but Mrs TPH had developed a bug in the night and looked proper poorly, so I opted for an early bath. We packed up and by 11 it was lovely and sunny, and we could have played for a few hours, even if you were unprepared for playing in England in October… Seriously, throwing a poncho on is hardly hard work! This was one of the absolute best games that I have ever played. It really leaves skirmishes in the shade. I got home after a nearly five hour drive and still felt energized. Number 1 son slept the whole journey home through exhuastion; Mrs TPH was coughing but happy. Shame that people left so early and again the numbers were low. We should have been playing Cajun Chicken too, which matches the rain perfectly. This was cancelled due to low sales. I wonder if fuel bills and inflation will kill a few games from now onwards. Covid certainly kept a few away. I hope that this is a lull and not a trend. Given the quality of the event, a shame it had to end early. It was well worth the effort and expense, and I am really looking forward to next year’s Nam season. Du ban GI!

Apologies, I didn't intend to be obtuse. It was meant to be a throwaway comment referencing an old conundrum. It certainly wasn't intended to cause you any offence.

Nope. We've still not settled whether it's better to be a satisfied swine or a frustrated Socrates. Thus we often live as frustrated swine, say some.

The motivator of every dictator in history. Human beings were murdered in industrial quantities in the last century for 'the greater good'. The next centuries information age was ushered in by the death of around four million Congolese, largely over the power to mine/exploit corton reserves. Of course, 100s of millions were digitally empowered as a result. It's always the greater good...

I've been listening to some old NYHC lately. And also from the Earache studio...

I used to go out with a foot fetishist. She really loved me; said I had a 'beautiful sole.'

A guy goes into a café near the Arctic Circle and asks a waiter what's on the menu. The waiter says: 'we have whale meat, whale meat and whale meat. And today's special is the Vera Lynn.' 'What's that?' asks the guy. 'Whale meat again,' says the waiter.

Dig the door kicking SWAT loadout and SMLE. Lad has a sense of humour and fun.

Edward Snowden is celebrating being granted Russian citizenship today. He won't be when his call up papers arrive.

Cheers mate, but the watery eyes are down to me irritating my eyes putting the things in. I think its holding my eyes open with my fingers as I make the umpteenth attempt. As I always camp at games, handwashing is via hand gel, and despite rinsing with bottled water, I usually still have some somewhere on my hands too. I did get shown how to put the bastards in at the opticians, but I'm still useless.

When I was just 16 my parents died and left me an orphan. It was devastating. I'd rather have had the house.

Worth a look just for the photography...

I gave up and went on to contacts. I hate them. I ONLY wear them for airsoft and it's a major trauma getting the bastard things in. My eyes water for 20 mins or so. I have seriously never worn them anywhere else, but cheap disposables plus goggles is far better than pissing about with multiple lenses. I found that prescription insert specs only worked with minimal physical movement. OK for snipers perhaps. Fancy helmet/mask set-ups are do-able but not for the themed games that I play, so you may find some decent suggestions for skirmishes.

We'll miss the NHS here too before too long. It's neither been truly national nor a service focused purely on health since 2012, and the latest health and social care act has completely torpedoed any pretence.