I could spend so much money here. An old friend of mine used to pose the question of everyone she met “What’s sexier, blades or bullets?” while wearing one of those dodgy rock-chick belts made of bullets, and an appropriate outfit. I was one of only three men ever (a few years back) to answer “blades”. Apparently all three of us answered it without hesitiation.

We spent quite some time trying to figure out if it made us psychos, oblivious, or just more interesting.

(More interesting, obviously.)

But still, there’s just something about a good sword – it’s a sort of implied grace and skill, as opposed to the inelegant and unsubtle nature of guns and bullets. I like my phallic symbolism with style, thanks.

I really must look into getting back into fencing.