It was late October and what seemed like the entire street was going paintballing in Blaydon, Northumberland. After an early rise, we arrived, got kitted up with the overalls and guns. 5 games later we’d had a quality run around this sloped field shooting each other to death. Finally it was time to go home, we’re all stood around waiting for the car drivers to come back when an argument broke out between Brian and somebody! All we could hear was “No! You didn’t shoot me so, I shot you ya bollocks” This comment “ya bollocks” was to be used through out the rest of the fourth year to close friends.