I know Dear Reader, I know – where HAVE I been? Nowhere, that’s where. Just flippin’ busy with work and eveningless now that TG has returned and keeps making me go to the pub and things….
Anyway, last weekend whilst out ribbing we came upon this fine vessel – used in the Mutiny on the Bounty film and
parked berthed in Cowes for a few days. We didn’t stop the rib to have a look (why is it that men will NEVER stop a moving vehicle so that you can have a wee, take a picture or whatever? Must be something deep down in their male psyche …) so the pictures are a bit wibbly, but a fine craft she was. And just whilst I’m thinking about it, why do men NEVER stop to ask directions – they’d rather drive around aimlessly saying ‘I know it’s around here somewhere’ for hours than lose face and admit that they haven’t a clue where they’re going! But enough of my male driver rants…Onto the pictures..
Now this rib lark is ok as it goes but I must admit it isn’t my favourite weekend pursuit and it doesn’t have quite the romantic connotations that I had hoped. It’s difficult to trail a hand aimlessly whilst you’re being thrown from pillar to post, lifejackets are not the most sexy of attire and wine doesn’t stay in its glass for long – and for all the wrong reasons. I had imagined a more sedentary of pursuits, pottering along to the pub, tying up, having lunch and then perhaps repairing to a quiet spot for an anchor and a snooze but even berthing the bloody thing is fraught with disaster. Unfortunately Mr Folly and TG are, in reality, both 16 year olds and so only the biggest beast would do and it’s a bugger to park. I have been mutinous myself (see what I did there, tied in beautifully don’t you think?) and said that I do not wish to spend every moment of every weekend aboard the beast. That I don’t find excessive speed / jumping waves / ending up with bruises and a cricked neck fun and exciting and that there are other far more exciting things that I would much rather be doing – like washing my hair…I think the message has sunk in.
It’s the Isle of Wight festival this weekend so I’ve ordered a new liver online to be delivered Monday. I shall take my camera and then bore you senseless with endless drunken photos of who knows what next week. Lets hope the sun shines Dear Reader and may your Foos always be Fighting! Have a good weekend folks!