Entry for 15th August, 2008

While in Crieff my mates and I all went air rifling, and a hugely enjoyable afternoon it proved to be. I particularly enjoyed shooting tin cans off a fence in the manner of a cowboy practising with his Winchester. The cans pinged and leapt into the air in exactly the way that they do in the movies.
Having said this, the cans pinged and leapt into the air when shot at by mates rather than me. Generally when I aimed the rifle the cans tended to remain firmly on the fence, gazing back at me in a way that said "I may be an inanimate Guiness can, but you have met your match blind boy. I am unafraid of your rifle. Look! Here I am taunting you from atop this fence. I am your little aluminium nemesis. I remain untoppled."
I fear I would not have survived long in the Wild West. I think that, if I had been protecting the wagon trains from attacks from the Cherokee, the history of America would have been somewhat different.