Managing not to upset too many of the nice people with our sexy fluorescent scarf ™ we finally arrived at Planet Laser only half an hour late .

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Planet Laser's been done up since we were last there - it can now take nearly sixty people at once, and there are three teams, not two. Here we are getting our gear and guns together.

With the low light and laser beams flying, one feels like a fugitive from the Borg Collective. Here "Last of Several" prepares to do battle. After two zap-ups we left - you can get too much of a good thing and as everyone needed to go shopping in Canterbury it was agreed we'd all split up and meet up in an hour or so.

Some went to book shops, some bought clothes. However it soon came apparent that the beer wasn't buying itsself and so the WebMaster and Uncle Kitewinder went to try the Hobgoblin. Good Stuff !

After four pints, most of the shoppers had found their way to the pub and then we moved on to the Thomas Becket - justly famous for the quality of food and ale.

Here "El Presidente" sniffs his armpits just in case.

Not wanting to miss the last bus home we set off for Ashford about 9pm, and following a swift pint or two in the Riverside, it was all back to Brian's for more drinking. (hic !), before finally rolling into bed at 1am.