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Spiderman - the true story
Okay, time to spill the beans…
Crazyhouse (the ribster now known as Spiderman) and I were staying at DM’s house on the Friday night prior to our early morning start for the NW Ribsters Cruise. We chatted, drank, ate etc. (thanks Marion) and had a pleasant couple of hours. During this time a very large (well it felt like it) spider jumped onto my shoulder and crawled down my arm. I of course jumped up and tried to knock it off.
“Don’t worry”, said DM, “it won’t hurt you. It comes out here every night.” Well, DM’s pet spider then scuttled away into a hole in the skirting board.
We carried on eating, drinking and chatting for a while.
CH (the ribster….etc..) and I were sharing a room with two single beds. As you might expect the chatting went on a bit after ‘lights out’.
Anyway I was just about to doze off when there was a commotion in the dark from CH’s (the ribster….etc..) side of the room.
“Oh, ah, eek!” He shouted as he leapt about on his bed in the pitch black. “There’s a spider crawling on me. Eek! DM’s spider has come after me. Help!”
He then settled down for a while.
I was just about to doze off again when I heard CH’s (the ribster etc…) trembling voice once more.
“Keith…I’m frightened…I don’t like spiders…can I come into your bed for a cuddle?”
“Sod off!” was the swift reply. I’d felt quite sorry for him up until then. I can tell you I slept with one eye open for the rest of that night. And he wonders why I insisted on a single room on Saturday night…
So there you have it. Spiderman he shall be called from now on.
JK you must change his ‘handle’.
Keith (you can stretch friendship toooo far) Hart
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