I grew up playing lots of computer games. Nintendo, Super Nintendo, N64, PlayStations 1 through to 4. I would have to say my game of choice was a shoot’em up. There is nothing quite like racking up a sweet kill streak.

Now, I’m not a crazy person, but I’ve always been interested in guns. I remember going to the sports day at my football club where we had several different stations to compete on. One of which, and my favourite, was the pistol shoot. A little handheld gun that fired plastic bullets at paper targets. Closest to the centre wins. I was actually pretty good at it. All that Playstation time has resulted in some excellent hand to eye coordination.

Now in the present, I am a very happy Father of 2, a boy and a girl. My son has kitted himself out with a vast array of weapons of the Nerf variety. Little replica guns that fire foam darts. Not painful unless you get hit in the wrong place.

On my son’s birthday he received more weapons to add to his arsenal. A couple of pistols, a laser sighted glock and a shotgun. Now of course I was not going to let the children get away with sole custody of these.

The other night I was sitting on the couch and I picked up a 3 dart pistol and whilst my daughter was sitting eating her dinner I fired a shot toward the back of her head. I really am a loving father…..honest. I just know she has the same sense of humour as me and after the dart hit her squarely on the crown, she turned around and smiled at me. A good shot. But this gun has 3 darts, time for shot number 2. This one fizzed across the room missing her and hitting the pantry door. 1 shot left, I take aim and fire.