On Friday, my mum, Derek, Tom and I went bowling. It began with me in the lead, even with my extremely alternative bowling method, in which I don't put my fingers in the holes. Mental. Usually a family outing of the bowling kind is fun, not particularly competitive etc. But you see my mum and Derek both own their own bowling shoes, and custom made balls. So it was far from acceptable for either of them to be beaten. In the second game even Tom beat me, and he really is awful at bowling. I thought he was just being modest.