Do they not realise that whipping malarky this is SERIOUS business?? After several thwacks to both arms, knuckles, thighs, buttocks, and eventually chin.. it IS serious and there is definitely NO ROOM for comments such as:
"I used to know somebody who used a bullwhip.., mind you, they had a 'torture' room too"
"Cracking it up the allotment... LOL"
"Is it to train Davy with?"
It's prurient comments like these that makes one wonder about the calibre of ones friends. I responded, and quite justly so, declaring that they wouldn't be so quick to mock had they felt my crack:
Whilst being busy breaking the sound barrier, and bits of myself off, frightening small children, dogs and grown men alike, I failed to notice the small colony of ants breaking for freedom behind me. It wasn't until I got home and enlarged the photograph that I noticed their pitiful pleas of terror - and it became quickly obvious this was due to the size and volume of my crack. It appears that I've made them quite deaf, so they had to communicate via text:
Poor wee buggers.
More interestingly however, my daughter and I found a dog poo that resembled a stick so much so that it rendered the "What's brown and sticky?" joke obsolete. Didn't bother with a pic.
So, after about 25 mins of awesome whip cracking awesome awesomeness.. The whip broke! Totally gutted.
On the upside: breaking the sound barrier is massively fun and I think we have a new addiction. But, meh.
...this marnin and it weren't all a drem, so I filled out the website a bit more. There is a secret page if you look carefully enough that will be updated as and when we have accomplished certain missions.
Of course most of it seems to be about that Rumbucket character, as if he was the one with all the training, skills and talent, I assure you however it really is MY ship and he just does what he's told, mostly.
Apparently - this is due to be delivered on Wednesday... along with three shiny new diablo, thanks to Michael, a man in Norfolk, and Butterfingers in Harrogate. That Rumbucket can do what he likes with the diablo... the whip is mine.
Website live! Woop. Now all we have to do is convince google that we exist. In the meantime we can take a break from the sea terrors what are putting information on the inter webs, and drift along the Crinan Canal nice and gentle, like.
Love and Kisses and Aaaaaaarrrr,