“That could have taken my eye out.” John Doe was brought down to his knees in a hail of rubber bands fired from the team next to ours.
He has been doing impressions of George Bush in the style of Clint Eastwood/ John Wayne: “Saddam, you got 48 hours to gedoutta town. My mule here, he doesn’t geddit …”
He rolls his stubby pencil across his lips, a la “The Man with no Name” from the Leone Westerns.
It was funny at first, but now it has begun to irk our neighbours.
He was clearly upset by the attack, however I was too busy thinking: “I wonder if anyone has ACTUALLY lost an eye due to a rubber band being flicked at them?”
I’m back on toilet duty tomorrow.