Hmmm? Isn't it? Banana?

Skippy gives moustache rides

I've decided that this picture is SO marvellous, that I am going to expose it to a larger audience.

Skippy used to work with Keith and myself on a race team in Newcastle. I'm not sure whether our (hideously bad) influence broke him for ever, or whether he has always been like this, but he always made us laugh lots.

I have, for reference, NO idea why he is kissing a dummy's head.

Skippy is a bit of a legend. This is the same guy that ran around in the middle of the road dancing among the cars with a traffic cone over his head at 2am in Newcastle city centre. As in completely over his head with the base sat on his shoulders. He couldn't see where he was going at all so we had to chase after him and grab him.

He also borrowed a fluorescent jacket and a torch one night purely so he could go to the city park where he lived (in Canada) and pretend to be an official and direct 30 or so of the local 'cruise' boys with all their souped up cars into a very tight dead end so that they all got stuck. He had to run off after a load of them got out and started chasing after him. It caused absolute havoc...

One more: During a lull at work, he walked across a totally empty car park/race paddock to fetch something and decided to fall arse over tit over a tiny 8-inch high marker post stuck bang in the middle in a comedy style. He didn't think anyone could see him, he did it because it made him laugh. We just happened to catch sight of him through the back door of the garage, and were still crying and all red faced from laughter five minutes later when he got back. He'd actually forgotten he'd done it because it was solely for his own benefit:

Skip: "Huh? Fell over? Ohhh! You saw that, eh?"

Brilliant. I don't think I have laughed so much as I did that year. Never, ever, a dull moment working there.

posted by Brock @ Sunday, January 29, 2006