Author: oysta

Thursday has become the night to fire arrows at pictures of seemingly innocent animals perversely on display some fifteen metres away. Do not ask me what it is, exactly, that the animals have ever done to me, or anyone else for that matter, but such is the atmosphere at the archery range; there is an…

Welcome to my new web log! How are you gentlemen?! If you understand the connotations behind that opening statement then this probably means that you may find something interesting to read at some eventual point in time at this very locality. I however will reserve my immunity from being called deceitful if this quasi–fact never…