Don't really have the money to afford what I have spent over the last couple of days. Oh well, I see it as doing my bit for national service; helping fight off the western world apocalypse that currently engulfs us. It was n't just me either, I was one agmonst thousands of commerades all bravely taking up positions along the front line to do battle with the great enemy. Sadley we arrived too late to save the Officer's Club, a cheap discount shop that had already been ravaged by the brute. Buying from their closing down sale would have felt like taking the pistol, with two bullets left in the barrel from a fatally injured neighbour - probably. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Like every other sale in bleedin history, there was a distinct lack of any sale price jeans in size 34L. Despite the lack of good equipment available, I still managed to rack up some solid hits and even a couple of headshots. All stuff that in a weeks time will be of little use or value. I guess in the heat of battle bad descisons are made, at this time I don't yet if I will come to regret them. The fact I am now the proud owner of a dinosaur rug is worrying though- Ah well, For Queen and Country hey!