Due to early exposure to Errol Flynn's The Adventures of Robin Hood, I have always been an absolute sucker for archery. This only intensified when I was subsequently exposed to Shakespeare and learned it was good English and Welsh longbows that won the greatest battles of the Hundred Years' War.
Next to the great yew longbows, the stupid piece of mass-produced plastic junk with its patronizing pink decoration that I brought in to the office this week looked like an insult to the noble profession of archery. But now I can't stop shooting the darn thing. In my mind, I am now Robin Hood. I am the captain of a company of archers with Henry V at Agincourt. I am Katniss Everdeen.
I am also a menace. My office will never be the same again.