Did I mention my bullwhip arrived? Oh, yes, 16 feet of heat, my Heathens. It is still stiff, however, and must be broken in, like a recalcitrant gardener. I had no idea working a whip that long would be so damned difficult. The only discipline inflicted thus far has been upon mine own carcass. Fortunately, I took M. du Toit's advice and used safety eyewear during the initial Breaker Morant sessions. My new whip credo: Eyeballs: Must Stay In Sockets.
Posted by Velociman at May 11, 2004 7:51 PM