End of season visit to Laser Quest 13th July 2003

Just want to see the pictures?

It was hot. Very hot! Laser Quest could be the latest slimming aid. Problem is though it could be short term. 10lbs lost but it was all water.

If you missed it you missed out. Matt nearly did. He forgot and arrived for the second game but no worries he got his free drink and joined in the fun.

A few technical issues meant Lee suffered late entry to the game on two occasions but in the long run it all turned out OK as we seemed to get an extension on the paid for hour.

With the weather outside reaching 28 degrees Celsius, which is one of those wonderful numbers which when reversed equals the temperature for us  oldies in degrees Fahrenheit, it was certainly hot and sticky within. With the , no running, punching rules explained it was down to business. 

Names varied from the sublime to the ridiculous. From Bambi to Bad boy, Bannahead to Bottom Gun, Betty S (what was that all about?) to Bean , imaginations were operating overtime. But Laser Quest is  not about imagining, its about doing!

 Adrenalin is often said to be brown in colour but there wasn't any evidence of this at the start. There was however much excitement in the voices of the 'gladiators' about to enter the arena.

Pensive and apprehensive or............................................................

In one ear and out the other!

18 players present for the first game which was 'solo' so you just shot anyone.

Somehow, and as much to her amazement as much as everyone elses, Bannahhead (AKA Hannnah) top scored. Working it out though it seems that Bambi (AKA Mum!) who, how shall we say, was not that mobile was her 'easy' target'!

The second game, after the Blueberry slush puppies, and this time a team game, Reds v Greens. Well almost. More delays at the start with some defective equipment saw  Smeaty Ju (is that an anagram?) once again feeling hard done by. "I want extra time at the end". The Reaper (AKA 'The Boss') was also late to enter the fray and when his gun eventually leapt in to life he found that he hadn't been allocated to a team! So the Reaper became an Assassin or double agent shooting all at random and friend of no one.

It seems that some of the comments about time lost may have been taken on board by the young lad in charge as the second game lasted at least 40 minutes. By the end the majority were one big sweaty mess, not to put too fine a point on it and in need of air. But great fun. 

Highest scores? Well the Reds scored 6693 The Greens 5894 with both teams having 9 players. So the Reds won but The Reaper had 1207 all on his own!

Will we do it again? Probably? Let me know what you think.

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