9:38 p.m., 14.02.04
Nothing says I love you like a .357 revolver.

Well that was one of your more interesting Valentine's days!

We've had a buddy from Ireland staying with us in our room lately, so all shenanigans have been covert under-the-cover operations. This morning was no exception.

All the time we've spent in the last couple of weeks playing Splinter Cell has paid dividends and we've been able to get quite a few good bits of nookie away in between his gentle snores.

And after that, Nous put on a bit of a surprise for me.

She took me to a firing range and we shot guns all afternoon. A Glock 9mm, a semi-automatic .357 and a nice big revolver.

The scariest thing was, Nous kicked everyone else's arse - she's hung her target up on the wall, with the middle ripped right out of it by all the well-aimed bullets.

Apparently bangers' brother took his wife out there and she shot 50 rounds into the little paper man's bollocks. Ahhhh deeeear.

What can I say? It was a bloody great laugh and a whole shitload better than a bunch of roses and chockies. A girl that takes me out and shoots guns with me on Valentine's day? Boy do I get looked after.

Yours in whooping, hollering glee,

Dutchy.

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