Sunday, 30 June 2013

Action Stations!

action stations hm dockyard portsmouthIn a panic, we arrived at Her Majesty's dockyard late. Bobert's party was at Action Stations which is a substantial building which has been converted to provide hands-on activities for busy boys, ideal for the ten or so of us. 
navy cadet firefighting drillUs PuddleBoys and some of their schoolfriends got to go on the climbing walls and the Harrier jump-jet simulator, we made bottle rockets and got painted faces. We had to name our rockets and they were all called Poo or Ploppy-poopants or similar. Mine came second. Every now and then the Navy cadets did a fire drill and we spent hours in there.
In LaserQuest all our Player Names were Ploppy-poopants or variations thereupon.


During the post-party party, we were playing sort-of football and birthday boy Bob (7) asked his Mum if he could say "That was a F***ing goal".
Consensus amongst the giggling adults was that no, he couldn't say that but it was nice he asked. Either I am a vocabulary virgin and this construction is not in my lexicon, or I am quieter about it.
On the way home we practised paratrooper bounce'n'roll landings in the park.

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