Now and then, I pop over to Prague to have a very macho day with a friend of mine. It's just how I'm livin'. This weekend was one of those, and having so far fired all the bullets, shells, arrows and bolts we could, and having thrown down some of the most authentic metal jams known to man, this week, we expanded our realm of inspiration to the art of axe-throwing.

To the kick-ass soundtrack of Viking Metal, we learned to throw hatchets and fireman's axes with a reasonable degree of accuracy, and after an hour and half of this, we had checked the box for another weekend.

My personal best.

An idea of how macho these things are. Just so you know.

Where can we go from here?