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I came across this. It sort of explains itself.

I had 0,2658 on my first go, and 0.1898 on my second.

Still not worked out what it proves, but it kept me entertained for a minute.

Alan

My score was 0.3982 - need to try again when not so tired and emotional

0.2298 - Bobbing Bobcat me..!

Tom

First try: 0.235
Second try: 0.15 - Rocketing Rabbit: yes!

First try: .223
Second try: .240

Better stop, I'm getting slower with the minute. I'll settle for Bobbing Bobcat.

1ier : .250
2ieme : .180
3ieme : .125

Leaping Lynx . . .

1982 Messias Colheita & peanut butter after a graveyard shift . . .

YEAH! I'm a Bobbing Bobcat

1st: .214
2nd: .189
3rd: .324
4th: .236
5th: .133

I think what is significant in this harmless test, is that at various stages, Andy and I have carried guns to protect you lot!!!

And yoiu generally dont get any warning of the 'crtical incident' that appears in front of you. So maybe its not so Meaningless after all!

Conky wrote:I think what is significant in this harmless test, is that at various stages, Andy and I have carried guns to protect you lot!!!

how scary is that

Just think how quick we'd be if we didn't have to confirm target before we shot!!!

Everyone is guilty of something...I say shoot them all and let god sort them out


disclaimer: just kidding Chief, just a little joke between friends. Had to put that in there, LOL

In Liverpool, that could be our new Mission Statement!

Uh oh, I think the department psychologist just left a message on the answering machine

I think we're due an embarrasing story!

20 years ago, when I was put forward for Firearms Training, I had to fill in a small thesis on my current standing, to be assessed. It was widely known they wanted, stable, God fearing, non-divorced, healthy, teetotal,etc.etc, type people.

Well I was in an inner city which could be quite violent. I was young and daft, and didn't fear anyone. If someone was bigger and stronger than me, I hung on until the calvary arrived. It someone drew a knife, I'd get a chair(Coz its got more reach, if your not keeping up). Anyway, I was happy in my enviroment. But I knew you couldn't outrun a bullet. I had an instinctive fear of guns, and thought as long as I didn't lose face, I could live without carrying a gun.

So on the application, I 'accidently' put that I drunk 30 pints a week. It was true, but everyone else lied, and this admission was certain failure. I can still remember the dope of an instructor, who got me in a side-room and waxed about how he appreciated my honesty, and told me how he wished more people were. Before changing 30 pints to 3 pints and telling me I'd passed!!!

Lucky me! I got the hang of it over the next few years, but thats another story.

Alan

And the relationship between a bobing bobcat and your embarrasing histoire is ?
( before you answer , remember , this is verbal caca . . . )