(apologies I have no pictures because apparently my memory card decided it didn't want to play!)
This is not the Sunday Sermon I'd intended to post up today, I had a spark of inspiration. Sometimes in life you have your life choices brought into very sharp relief and you ask yourself... did I make the right choice? You know, should I really have gone with extra chilli sauce, did I really need the stupidly expensive store insurance that they never intended to pay out on and... wargames or motorsport. Invariably I've been happy with the choices I've made. OK so sure I'm not an international playboy with honey's dripping off of my arms. But that's OK, I only need one honey and the one I've got is one of the best a man could ever hope for! No really she's awesome. However, as the Cursed and I walked up to the Castle Donnington Exhibition Center to attend the Derby World Wargames event, a choice I made many, many years ago now was brought into focus.
You see, when I was a wee nipper I was offered a choice of attending one of two events. The first choice was whether I wanted to go to some Superbike race or other my dad and brother were wanting to go to. The other option was whether I wanted to go to Games Day instead, as I'd already got the tickets. Now I can't remember exactly what the motorsport event was, but I did love my motorsport, and I still do. My father, and indeed my older brother have taken me along to witness many forms of mechanized transportation vehicular races, and jolly good fun they are too. But, for some reason that day I chose Games Day. Thus condemning my brother to a weekend watching said motorsports event on the TV, while my dad had to suffer taking me to the NEC I believe it was to play games, and see stuff I'd already seen and played... just on a grander scale.
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