I have been very lax with my blogs recently, but there is a very sad reason for this poor state of affairs.
Skidmarques has suffered a terrible loss of one of our team in the most horrific of circumstances. Such is my grief, at this loss that I could not bring myself to write anything and still cannot write his name.
You will have known him as our dis-advantaged fitter who was forced to wear a welder’s visor at all times to mask his embarrassment. Sadly, he is no more. There is no easy way to tell the awful circumstances of his demise, and if you are of sensitive disposition, please stop reading now.
Our friend, I will call him that, out of respect for his short and tortured life, met his end during an unnatural act with a cheetah. I must point out that this was not some hideous bestial act, as the cheetah in question, is a piece of equipment peculiar to tyre shops. It is, in fact, an air tank with a tapered tube and valve attached, which can be pressured, to literally blow certain types of tyre onto the rim.
We will never know if in his simple mind, the words blow and job were rationalised in a way that is beyond our comprehension, but for whatever the reason, he did what he did. The exact details are too explicit to be published here, whether it was an exquisite moment of pleasure or 200 psi of compressed air that stopped the beating of his heart, it matters not. I wish to simply record his passing.
Rest well, little friend, we miss you.
