I am Spark hear me wheeze

I took Ronan and 4 of his mates to laser Quest in Huddersfield on Sunday as part of his 12th birthday sleep over.
Competitive Dad made a tactical choice of black T-shirt and combats to ensure maximum ninja blend into the black emulsioned walls of the musty smelling old mill that houses the game of the future.. And I was the only one who thought really carefully about a nickname that sounded just a little bit Matrix before we logged in with the 20 something goth girl (thanks for the free coffee) at the counter. She must see it all the time, a bunch of hyper kids laughing and joking and Dad (maybe mums but none there when we were) doing some stretches and preliminary hand chopping to get into the zone before pony-tail metal boy calls you upstairs to explain ‘gun safety’ with a studied nonchalance.
I came 2nd, no quarter given to the youth just because it was fun birthday trip out. If tripping up and pistol whipping was allowed I’d have a got a couple in on the quiet. It’s a jungle in there. And Spark (yep, cool name eh?) was da King (okay, 2nd to Luc who is 11. Shut up)