Well, I made good on my threat recently to try archery. On Saturday morning last, I took myself off to London Bridge and spent 1.5 hours learning this noble art.
There's something very pleasing about firing a bow and arrow; it feels very organic and 'right'. It feels as natural as running. You also feel rather elegant doing it - well, I did at any rate. I'll definitely be going back for more.
The action took place in a sports hall just south of the river, in Bermondsey. There were about two dozen of in total learning the ways of the quiver. There was a stag group. They weren't the usual frightening semi-pissed cohort one might expect though. They were a really nice bunch, their only concession to stag tradition being to insist the groom-to-be wear a Robin Hood hat for the duration. Everyone was really friendly. I've noticed this about people who participate in martial arts. They're as nice a stratum of society as you're likely to meet. I think the violence inherent in the pastime removes the requirement for passive-aggressive posturing in everyday social intercourse. Either that of the fact that it costs £20 an hour plus to do keeps the riff-raff out. It could have been that actually.
Twang.
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