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Then we’ll begin.
The origin of Hope Town goes back 17 years. I had just started working in my first job following graduation and to get me into the swing of things, I was put on the IT Helpdesk. The idea being that I could meet people that I would deal with day to day, but in addition, it was the only free seat for a month or so.
One of the people who worked on the Helpdesk (and still a good friend, lo these long years hence) was a little obsessed with Mel Gibson. Okay, maybe obsessed isn’t the right word, but in any case she had a picture of said actor/megalomaniac (someone else’s words lawyer types) on her desk. From time to time she would pick it up, coo and the proceed to stroke the glass.
So far, so fine.
Then there was the first big night out, where the entire team went out to celebrate something or other (or did we need an excuse, not sure) and literally litres of alcohol were consumed and the majority of the team got very drunk indeed. I fortunately had the day off the next day and after a nice long lie, I saw I had a missed message on my mobile. I called another one of the guys in the team to find out what was wrong, and hoping it wasn’t because I had done something silly when I was drunk.
It turned out that someone had (and I’m quoting here) “defiled” the picture of Mel Gibson. Of course, “defiled” in this content meant “removed from its protective frame, had a funny moustache drawn across under his nose, and then replaced in the frame”. So… yeah, not defiled.
I was the main suspect, for some reason. Maybe it was because I was a young ‘un and didn’t understand, but I quickly learned that there would be dire physical consequences if I was found to have done anything to Mel in any way, shape or form.
Luckily I hadn’t, and when back in the office, I managed to talk my way out of pain.
Still, I was a suspect and one of six at that.
And all of those suspects were targeted for death.
To Be Continued….