Seems Big Gay Al had a sheep rustler making off with his baby lambs, so tooling up with his trusty Browning he went of in search of the culprit and made short work of sending him to the hallowed ground.
Saturday evening I get a text from Baz a fully paid up member of the my shit don’t stink trio asking if me and Big Gay Al were shooting, seems his buddies have snubbed him, yeah sure dude I replied we are going to The Cotswolds Gun Club, so that was it we were all set for some shooting. I also sent a text to Joss the new shitshooter from a couple of weeks ago.
Sunday morning All arrives and we get into character, then collect Baz and finally onto pick-up Joss. Knocked open his door and it was like the grave, dog started to bark and there was a little rummaging of the curtains then Joss appears like a cast off from a zombie flick. Uuuurrrggh, uurrrgh ugg, fflllluuuuug he said are you going shooting, yeah we said, oh fuck he said sorry guys, well we sent you a text, mass snubbage from the newbie.
As is traditional we stopped for a magnificent breakfast at the Toby Carvery on the way.
Me and Baz started the round with a great eight apiece while Al only managed a four, me and Baz continued with sevens, eight, nines and tens while Al followed behind with fours, fives and sixes, on the last stand me and Baz were even and Al only need nineteen out of ten to win.
Baz squeaked a couple lucky clays to take today’s honours
The pressure got to me and I slipped into second place
Big Gay Al his shit stinks of shit
Couldn't hit a barn door