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So with excitement reaching fever pitch and all other competitions this year sitting in the back seat crying and snivelling at how amateur they appear in comparison we have reached the much anticipated finale of the Blog of War - a fight to the death between two giants of the blogging world…These guys have:

sweated mud;
wept cheese;
climbed the lowest mountain;
swum through plankton invested waters;
Single handedly slain Osama bin Laden;
Fought rabid hamsters with big furry teeth and great big sharp testicles (before you ask, I’m not sure if it was the hamsters or our competitors that had the furry teeth and sharp testicles);
found the remains of Amelia Earhart, aviator –who was attempting to circumnavigate the globe when she went missing in 1937 (keep this in mind for later in the blog);

and

re-painted the Sistine Chapel (This did not go down very well with the Vatican as the instructions were to touch up the faded paint work not paint it over the room in white. His Popeiness was said to be apoplectic with rage at the attempted “Bianca Lavata” of Vatican history).

Small print – please note some or probably all of these Herculean tasks might have been exaggerated for dramatic effect.

In short these guys have proved that they can go that extra mile, they don’t know the meaning of defeat, certainly not the type to walk away from any challenge they are going home as champions or not going home at all…..

The task they were given was

Subject title - The best of times the worst of times….

Select an age of your life, and give the reasons why you would :-

1) be happy to stay at that age for the rest of time

2) And a different age that you would hate to be stuck at that age for the rest of time….

I decided that, in order to make it a fair fight, it would be a blind vote (i.e. you the reader won’t know who wrote which entry) after earlier rounds where fans of bloggers were voting before all the entries had been published. So all you have to do is vote for the no. entry which you think has done the best job. To vote start any comment with No.1 or No.2

Entry 1

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times (a blog of war prompt)

When I look back at my High School days, I both smile and cringe. (sminge? What would you call that?)

You see, I was a band nerd.

It doesn’t matter what else you do: Football, yearbook, student body, etc. If you’re a band nerd, it’s your definition for 4 years.

I was never shoved into a locker, but that could easily be because our school didn’t have lockers. I wasn’t greatly unpopular at all, but when people ask you “Oh… you’re in BAND?” they say it with disdain. You were judged by what you did, not who you were.

High School usually shapes your social skills and a lot of your personality. If I weren’t in band, I would have been judged by my character and personality more than the instrument I held in my hand. Looking back, I think I missed out on a lot because band defined who I was.

College and beyond was different. People care more of who you are, and not what you do. High School, as most of you know, doesn’t work like that. Cliques and stereotypes and judging and gossip reigns supreme. And I felt I was on the short end of that vicious stick.

But, then again, band ROCKED. It truly was the best of times.

Some things you may not know about us “Band Nerds:”

· We are an athletic bunch. Try wearing a 25lb wool suit in the middle of summer, while carrying a musical instrument (weighing 5-45lbs) and mostly exhaling during a 15-minute, non-stop show. I dare you. You need to be a BADASS to be able to not only do it, but make it look good.

· Marching Band is more popular than you think. There are national Drum & Bugle Corps competitions yearly that are viewed by hundreds of thousands of fans. (go to www.dci.org for more info)

· If you talk to professional athletes, they will tell you about the adrenaline from the crowd. Having a packed stadium of 60,000 people cheering for YOU is an amazing feeling. Suddenly, the conductor signals for you to play. BOOM. A wall of sound hits the crowd, and they’re completely quiet. (The term “better than sex” was tossed around by teachers and instructors. It wasn’t until I was 19 that I understood..)

Saturday competitions were surreal. You truly felt like a rockstar. And my band was good. We were one of the top 3 in our region, and we won a “National Championship” trophy my junior year.

Band also gave me the opportunity to see the world. Our band was so well-known we were invited to Austria to perform at their millennial celebration. We were the only group of musicians from the US given this honor. Thanks to my band, I was able to see Mozart’s birthplace. Tour the mansions, churches and other locations from The Sound of Music. Experience the wonders of Swiss chocolate, while in Switzerland! (note: a lot of European chocolates are alcoholic. A fun fact to learn when you’re a teenager…)

I don’t play anymore, but still have a passion for music. I look back at my High School years, and the band, and think “Wow. That was FUN.” Monday thru Friday was the normal, drab High School grind. But on Saturday…

Saturday… we were kings. We were gods. We were unstoppable.

Entry 2

it would appear our second entry has waved the white

flag and not put in an entry for the final....

Oh yes it's party time for the Blog of War. In keeping with the traditions of the earlier rounds we have half an entry (what happened to the worst of times bit?) versus a no entry (what happened to the best of times and the worst of times bits?). I’ve been trying to work out how you can have a tug of war with one person…….the best I can come up with is:-

Take a very long rope, say about 24901 miles* (certainly more than enough for the Blog of War to hang itself….. if only). Our contestant has to endeavour to pull himself off his feet while simultaneously attempting to brace himself against his own strength and remain in a stationary standing position…. Now take up the slack and heave as if your life depended on it…

* i.e. the approximate circumference of the world – this possibly explains what happened to Amelia Earhart, crashing into a rope being stretched around the world in a previous solo Tug of War event…ooops, sorry Amelia….

So congratulations to Lost in Idaho for at least turning up to every round and thank you for competing in what turned out to be such a lame contest...For that you have my apologies. You should go and visit his blog, you might not want to come back....

I can only thank the blogging gods that this still-born competition, which, in attempting to keep it from flat lining, has sucked up more medical resources than the NHS, should end in the same way that it started, an abject failure. To be honest I’m not sure I could have coped with it ending in a triumph with people celebrating as it climaxed in total success….As it is it will be buried in an unmarked grave and never mentioned again.

Other equally successful events of our week, of the 9 pairs of Olympic tickets that we applied for we have got just 1 – which working out from the amount debited from our Visa Credit Card is either the Modern Pentathlon (a full day event) or Beach Volleyball (a half dressed event) we won’t know until the 24^th of June which one it is. The tension is mounting as Mrs B has declared that she will murder me with her own hands if it turns out to be the Beach Volleyball…..

If bad things hunt in packs of three we have completed our run for the moment as Duran Duran were no shows at the weekend – our tickets for seats in the fourth row will all be for nothing if we can’t make the yet to be announced rearranged date….What’s the betting the rearranged show clashes with the one and only Olympic event we got…..?

Show me the sunny
Monitoring our way to a fortune (or not) with our Solar Panels

KW Produced so far – 1404

KW generated in the week – 146

This has earned us approximately – £702

Record of the week

White Flag by dido - Representing our second finalist. I myself should have thrown the towel in on the damn competition, that shall no longer be named, but promised that I would see it through to the bitter end – such a shame only one of the competitors saw it through….

Here comes the summer by The Undertones -
It's getting to that time of year, the sun comes up and the skies are blue
our Solar panls are making lots of money for ~~you~~ …..
Sorry to get any hopes up, that should be "us" but didn't scan as well

It was better than my first effort
The sun comes up and the skies are bus
our Solar panels are making lots of money for us

Feed Me from the Little Shop of Horrors - In honour of all those young out there sucking their parents dry....(see photo finish below)

Photo Finish

Some early summer shots