Analyse this… I’m fighting the ultimate battle, somewhat LOTR 3 themed and all around me is the clash or swords, blood and teeth flying on the battlefield. So I’m feeling very righteous, and excited that I am playing my noble part in this adventure, so I dive in thrashing my sword around, but what’s this, oh no, my sword is bending and swishing around! It hits an enemy square across the chest and I see a tiny tear in his shirt, “Ow!” he explains irritated, like I stung him. And I look down at my sword, and it’s a puny fencing sword (or foil as I think they like to call them), everyone else has broadswords!
I still feel cheated. Anyway, here’s a really bad graffic of a fencer looking naff.
Meanwhile, in other places, a famous diarist gets a blog. Also of interest, Callcendiary is an excellent blog by a team manager in a call centre. (“Next Stop Bombay”). Worth a visit for the spot-on acetic wit.