Due to the monumental feats of strength of character, camp
is a hallowed place where legends are made.
The fables of mythological greatness that we shall pass down to our young
ones are forged in the smithy that is camp.
As early as day two, true history is made. When it is made, it has bestowed upon it the
greatest honour any camper can bestow upon another – a nickname.
Some children already had subtitles and alter egos as they
launched into this camp; who can fail to have heard my liberal use of the
K-monster and Brucy-Baby monikers within our usual corridors of power? Yet some wait for their moment of unsought
destiny to have their own label thrust upon their eternal memory.
Today has been such a day.
Under a sun sent to torture and with weapons and tools hitherto unseen,
we have fashioned our own brand of victory from the absent clouds of
despair. Your task now is to define the
true nicknames from band names my weird subconscious has formulated of its own despicable
accord.
So, if I tell you that today has been spent rifle shooting,
at archery and beach barbecuing / swimming, and a bonus session of beach
gymnastics with a group of locasls, it will come as no surprise that we found
someone renamed “Robin Hood”, after his first fledgling attempts with the
yew. (It was Gary.
You know, Mr “I’ve-never-done-this-before-so-I’ll-just-stick-it-in-the-dead-centre-of-that-targety-thing”?)
So here we go, simply answer ‘nickname’ or ‘band name’. Answers, of a sort, below.
1. Brooke Swift and the Golden Target
2. Mister Fifty
3.
Brooke Swift versus the Bad Hatter
4.
Dead eyed Wombat
5.
Flapjacks and clotted cream
6.
Bubblebottom
7.
The Incredible Case of the Tiger Fighter
8.
Whisper or silence
9.
The Penance fulfilling Six
With more fear than key stage 2 threshold levels, your
points to 19 (where did they get that from?!?) this week are:
1: Nickname,
attributed after the aforementioned Brooke casually stepped up as the last
archer in the team competition and scored the winning gold.
2: Nickname, attributed to Bruce for his average score with
5 bullets.
3: Bandname, or potential episode to the new Harry Potter
series. Made up after an archery shoot-out
between Brooke and Shelby, where both amassed 20+points.
4: Nickname, attributed to Kessie as she continued to score
consistently well in rifle shooting, then archery. Just the odd 25 here and there.
5: Neither. Than was
my pudding at lunch, and it was lush.
6: Nickname, attributed to … oh I couldn’t possibly say.
7: Nickname, attributed to Kile. Many will see his cuts as a gentle scrape
against some rocks in the pools yesterday.
But we know different. After a
terrifying escape from Paignton Zoo, many animals threatened the public at
large. Our Kile, too shy to mention it,
came out the hero. Honest, ask him.
8: Bandname, and one I rather like. But it’s also what we’ve
been offering as a choice for the last few awake.
9: Nickname, attributed to a group of boys who had better
NOT be doing that again.
Due to this morning’s 5:06 am start, yesterday’s blog now
seems as if it were written in the mists of time. However, a long long day never prohibits an
ultimately successful one, which – with the exception of one of two noses
getting redder – is exactly what we have had.
Therefore, with much much happiness in my heart, much weariness in my
bones and no alteration to my BIG decision as yet, I am happy to say that is
all.
