A high point was the Catapult stall. 10 shots with a REAL, LETHAL catapult to try and hit a target. The prize? A real and slightly less lethal catapult of your very own. My brother gallantly attempted to win one, he stepped up to the mark, fired off a metal ball bearing towards the back of the tent and then ducked as the bloody thing ricocheted off the metal poles holding up the target and grazed the side of his face.
On chatting to the bloke running the stall, it transpired that he'd seen a stall like this the other week so bought himself a tent and some catapults to 'give it a go'.
'Hmm,' he mused, 'I maybe should have covered those poles with foam, what do you reckon? Also, I've lost a couple of hundred ball bearings, I think they're going through the back of the tent'.
I have visions of a pile of injured bodies piled up behind the tent. The languishing corpses of a hundred innocent Fair Goers, struck down in their prime by stray catapult bullets as they perused the stalls trying to choose between a badly drawn door plaque (Beware Of The Wife) or a dream catcher with a lop sided wolf woven into it.
Tragic.
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I would LOVE to have a go at a catapult. Shall suggest it to the fair organisers in my village. I wonder if you can get catapults in France.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous (because I can't remember who I am yet after a brilliant 4 day festival)...but as Uncle Ray I want to say how much I enjoy your blog. Do keep it up! Love to each & all x
ReplyDeleteSounds like my kind of fair.
ReplyDeleteAt the last fair we went to Tim had to try out the "shoot the sweeties off the shelf, if it falls down you keep it" that was being run by the local Scouts. He was the tallest person doing it by about a foot and a half!
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