How to Rip at the Captains Table…..

May 23, 2007

Each morning at the lake Paul, Anton and myself usually sit upon the Gecko Captains table and proceed to rip the bejesus out of each other for about an hour or two - it seems to go round in circles and the ripping can swoop to the next victim at any moment if the right insult is uttered - and if you’re slow on the uptake while thinking of a chink in your opponents armour, you can just keep shouting “ahhhh! hahahahaha!” while pretending to double up in pain at the hysterical nature of the last shot fired - things get noisy and barbed insults fly - until one of us has to storm off in a huff after being beaten with a killer blow (usually Anton).

It’s also fascinating the way the allegiances switch as well - one minute Anton and Paul rip into me for being a chunky butler who looks like he’s wearing a money belt and has no game at all with women - the next Anton and I are ripping Paul for being a Goblin with a silly beard who looks like the referee Mike Riley (lots of whistles and card waving here) - and then Paul fights back and I join him in ripping Anton for having a laugh like a sea lion and wearing shoes that look like Gondola’s with a shirt that matches the table cloth and bed spreads - observe: