I spent much of my career as a classic yacht ship right, in my early 20s I got to work on one of the restorations of the century over in Tuscany Italy , I won’t name the yacht as this could impeach my name but it was one of the biggest z class classics GB had ever produced and is still about today,

ok so back to the story I had worked for a pittance for almost a year , we were never able to take a weekend away or go back home for some time out , the whole job became a choir and the contract manager was a beast of a guy and we suspected him of skimming huge amounts off the owner of the boat who was one of the richest men in Holland,

to pay me £8 an hour for such skills was a bit of an insult and on top of that to not get a day out or your done attitude started to wear on me. So I came up with a plan to get some revenge. I fitted the 1st mates cab in out (also the contracts manager) the joinery was beautiful mahogany panelling and inside the wardrobes was lined with Cyprus to deter moths and such . I carefully executed my plan by placing runners behind the panelling and added my secret weapon of misery. A ping pong ball.

needless to say when the boat was launched from the dry dock. That cabin was enough to make you go insane. as the swell moved the boat the balls would roll and knock the inside of the cabin wardrobe

some months later I got the call of fuming hate, I simply laughed, I’d had all my pay and references, too late mate you loose and next time perhaps he should think twice about being so stingy towards the guys that made the boat and then take all the glory